PATTERN

We seem to be innately attracted to the many patterns all around us. Even small children begin seeing patterns as they line up cars or pencils or blocks. We love to see order, color, design, balance, contrast, even randomness - in repetition. I found these patterns in my closet.

Then there's the sewing pattern: Directions you
follow to repeat what someone else first designed.
The shape or plan is given, with how-to steps
to guide you in reproducing what becomes
uniquely your own.

This reminds me of a poem written by a friend whose mother had just

passed away. Jennifer spoke beautifully at the funeral of the 

wonderful pattern her mother had been for her and her sister.

               My Pattern

I am busy designing a new fashion -

One of my very own.

By my ways I shall make it unique,

Yet, a pattern I must follow

To get each facet right.

 

The pattern I have chosen

Tells me to use a soft fabric

Woven with love and compassion.

 

Snip the bad words here -

Replace with kind acts there.

Follow my example 

To make for you a wonder.

 

Iron out the wrinkles.

Pin with careful knowledge.

Then sew with faithful stitches

That will endure some timeless tears.

 

Guided by a rare pattern

My matchless fashion is complete.

People say, "A marvel, a wonder!

How did you think of that?"

 

And I will reply, "It was simple;

I followed a pattern -

A Pattern called My Mother."