Frayed Rope

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.

 
Peace and Blessings,

The Displaced City Girl

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