Apron Strings
-tied snuggly ‘round
a belly full with child
-Mother smiling
Apron Strings
-firmly tied with a double bow
child holding tightly
-trailing her mother’s footsteps
Apron Strings
-Loosely tied,
with a half-knot thrown haphazardly
‘round a trim and youthful waist
-Standing there beside a mother
whose waist is similarly dressed
Apron Strings (her mother's)
-Hanging down...
near the college student’s sides
-In her hand is clutched a phone
as she talks to her mother
Apron Strings
-Worn and threadbare
flapping in the wind
-Mother and daughter,
rocking on the porch
The strings which bind us
to each other
get stretched and pulled
with years
and are watered
with our tears
But those strings create a fabric
stronger than those tears,
and in the end
those strings are that
which pull us
through the years.
Connie
I Love You Mom!
Luv,
Ahna
Sandie May :o)
Georg
You create strong visuals with the poem. My favorite part was the rocking-- means so many things on many levels: insecurity, peace, mothering, security, placidity, moments when you're so close, there is no need for speaking-- so many things.
But Mother Hubbard, what will you do when your chief baby-sitter is gone?!! Huh?!! I want to know who'll watch your kids while you're writing on this den...
but that's a tale about shoe strings, not apron strings...
--A very, extremely good write (as my favorite sister (named...)would say.)) Bon voyage, Ahna-banana. --Aunt Char
Be always safe,
Karen
But those strings create a fabric
stronger than those tears,
and in the end
those strings are that
which pull us
through the years.
David
(((HUGS))) and love, and congratulations to both of you!, Karla.
Love,
ET