Vignettes
I crave for them in weaves of light
And scan life’s vignettes on my mind
Their charmed love wraps me day and night
By the porch, his guitar sings bright
Relieving heart’s joys so entwined
I crave for them in weaves of light
My grandma's laughter soft and sprite
My grandpa's brown eyes, firm yet kind
Their charmed love wraps me day and night
Bedtime tales inspire fancy’s flight
Hide-and- seek thrills, now hard to find
I crave for them in weaves of light
They taught me to win, lose with might
Till frail trees sobbed with old age grind
Their charmed love wraps me day and night
Legacy of my heroes' blessed rite
Find me weaving past years all timed
I crave for them in weaves of light
Their charmed love wraps me day or night
(c)
*villanelle: 8 syllable count
For Janette Fisher's
By nette onclaud
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2012
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