The Return of the Weaver-Children

During the night, we unraveled our cocoon from the inside, Mother!

The guardians don’t know that we are gone.

No one saw us leave, one by one, in the dark.

We are the Weavers carrying the threads of our captivity.

Very resourceful we are, yes, from the inside we worked.

Silently and passionately we whirled around until everything dropped from us.

Then, we followed each other holding on to those threads.

First they held us, now they guide us as we leave silently in single file.

Soon we shall knot and place the threads on a giant spool.

Free and dancing we’ll wind that spool good and tight.

We are your children, the Weavers, and we’re back home, Mother!

We’ll weave you a shawl of Hope adorned with the fringes of our memories.

Singing we will weave that shawl good and tight.

Each knot is like a jewel and every song praises your beauty.

We are your Weavers, Mother, and we found our way home.