Tapestry

This is a love poem, 

woven for my mother

out of the strands of my heart,

picked carefully, to echo the soul.

In solitude I searched, searched so long

as she waited for me to be victorious

my shieldmaiden,

my wingwoman,

my greatest advocate and fan,

she knew I was coming,

she could feel me approaching

through the years, as I wound my way

around the spine of time 

to the base of my skull 

where I was driven by my homesickness.

And when I found my way home,

I was welcomed, because 

they knew I was coming, she told them 

I'd be coming for her. I was, I am.

There was danger on my path,

great and terrible dragons

waiting to slay me, but they were slain

at a price, yet no price was too high 

to get home again, the dragons had to die.

I cared not for their gold and treasures...

just that they get out of my path,

because I'm going home...

but that's not in the nature of dragons,

so they were absorbed, and my innocence lost.

The scars I bear cannot be seen,

but the dragon's voice can be heard 

in my roar now...we became one 

and I defeated the beasts,

but their breath touched me...

so the tapestry will tell a tale

of adventures, dangers, struggles, scars 

and victory.

And she waits for me still, but

the day is coming soon

I will wrap my loving arms gently 

around her, I will satisfy the yearning

with my embrace; let her know 

this love for her in my soul, 

was woven in my heart, 

and hung for all to see,

my tapestry woven as she carried me,

so I carry her; and now,

no one can get between us,

and nothing will change this,

God help the dragons as 

I pick their bones clean,

cast them aside and use them 

as instruments of my mission:

to get home to you, finally.