Analysis of A Stitch in Time

A Stitch in Time

My daughter and my spirit are forever entwined
Like the stiches in a zig-zag
One left; one right; succinctly aligned
The fabric of our lives is not perfect each day
But her silk and my denim oft meld together
A tapestry of strands in a corded macramé
There are precious few nots in our knots
As we mostly see eye to aye
Tethered to each other in half-hitch
In a kite string soul-searching the sky
She knows not where we’re flying
But she sure knows the scenes I’ve seen
Our goal to transcend solo flights
And replace them with an interwoven dream
Thus memories and traditions newly-created
As we soar freely with our love as the tether
The only thing certain is the beauty
Of our flight in this rarified air – together.