TIED DOWN
I am tied down…
By clothes lines
On which I hang
Small blue and yellow rompers.
By strings…
Just commonplace white threads
With which I sew on buttons,
Mend wee pockets,
Patch faded threadbare little suits.
Ropes tie me down,
Red jumping ropes
And those that pull
Small animals about.
Young, bleeding grimy thumbs there are
To kiss and bind with lengths
Of clean white gauze.
And baby arms about my neck…
Oh, yes… I am tied down… thank God! Author unknown, Source: Speakers Source Book II, Eleanor Doan, published by Zondervan
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