The Tapestry of Time

By: Riddhima Das 🕊 Seattle, USA 🇺🇸

In the dawn of life, a tuft so fine,

soft as whispers, a silken line.

Golden threads in morning light,

a halo of innocence, pure and bright.

First steps taken, curls unfurl,

a cascade of wonder, a little girl.

Locks that dance in the summer breeze,

laughter woven through the trees.

Years roll on, a braid of dreams,

tangled hopes and secret schemes.

Strands of chestnut, rich and deep,

stories hidden, promises to keep.

Teenage years, a wild mane,

rebellion's mark, a lion's mane.

Streaks of color, bold and free,

a canvas of identity.

Adulthood dawns, a sleek cascade,

polished, poised, a serenade.

Locks that speak of wisdom earned,

lessons lived and bridges burned.

Silver threads begin to show,

a gentle reminder of time's flow.

Each strand a memory, a tale,

of love, of loss, of winds that sail.

In twilight's glow, a crown of white,

soft as moonbeams, pure as night.

A tapestry of life well-spun,

a journey ended, a race well-run.

Through every stage, each strand a part,

of the story woven in the heart.

Hair, a witness to the years,

a silent keeper of our fears.

From dawn to dusk, a life unfurled,

in every lock, a piece of the world.

Growing up, a journey told,

in the tapestry of hair, so bold.

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About the Author

Riddhima Das is a poet living in the Greater Seattle Area. She writes in four languages and loves learning about different cultures (and the food, of course). She is passionate about education and hopes to work in the field one day. Her current biggest inspirations are Teach for India and all of the educational activities at the Museum of Flight.