Spinning of yarns
Old friends weaving their lives together,
Bright strands of shared memories
Those stories, worn comfy from use.
I remember as a child listening
To the roll of those voices,
Reassurance of the adults downstairs.
Many of the tales were already familiar
And old even then, family favourites
Rolled out for the occasion.
Passed from one generation to another
An identity in laughter, joint experience,
Spinning of yarns.
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