Fate are three
A girl
A woman
A grandmother wizened by age
Yet always one
Decisive and final
The girl, in her innocence
Drawing string from the wool
It is not perfect
It thickens and thins as it will
The woman, with skill
Takes it and draws it with her fingers
Setting length as best suits the pattern
Making sure of its ultimate perfection
The grandmother, knowing the full pattern
Cuts it and lays it in place
Tying it where it belongs
Threading it through the loom of life
Fate is a tapestry
Made by the three
Clotho, young of spirit
Lachesis, the sure handed
Atropos, the inflexible
Your life a thread in their divine work
Art: Alexander Rothaug. Circa 1910
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