You made your webs
We watched you weave
and shared many meals together
at our kitchen table
Though you live just one season
your spirit goes on
and on, and on, and on, and on, and on
in the six little packages you’ve left on our eave
It has been an honor to share your spaceto learn your ways
and to see the joy in my daughters face
as we throw bugs at your home
You will be missed little spider friend.
We’ve been impressed
awed
changed
awed
changed