For my Grandmother

Glistening strings danced along

the deepest fibers of my being

They lapped and lounged, filled my bounds

and wound up in my needs

 

But now the threads, whom I had always dread

are cut through right and quick

I flit and float, on an anchorless boat

wishing life wasn’t quite so thick

 

Then a day arrives, with joyous sunrise

reminding me of life’s slick groove

So I took a step, with a little more pep

and found my own way to move

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