I found you, frayed piece of rope, on my living room floor.
All the places you’ve been I cannot name, but that mystery
hasn’t stopped the smile on my face.
You’ve been a cowboy rope, a dog catcher, and a cable to
hold a make-believe train together.
You’ve helped two little boys live out their adventures
in a fantasy world.
You are one of many treasures those grubby little hands
have dragged into my living room.
The day my house is spotless and my yard is clear
of bikes and bats is a day I cannot yet bear to imagine.
Time is fleeting, I am grateful for you, frayed piece of rope,
for what you are to my two little boys.
The Displaced City Girl