You picked lovely music to accompany your poem and voice. The new generation can see the parts with holes, worn from same paths being tread, and take the lessons from past mistakes to create something new. Each comes to the tapestry and admires, then learns, then adds more to the story. You say this isn't a masterpiece, though that's up to the person reading it <3, then weave a poem about something that families and historians hang in their halls of honor.
Love, hugs and boob cookies to you hon!