by ANCY NELSON
A joy was born
and threads it had worn
i counted in my hands
a few to count
and a few to bound
seconds and hours grew
and so my threads
i counted in my hands
got tangled,got bruised
nothingness filled fullness
and so the days passed
few threads did fall, was not handled well
it left a mesh in my heart .
its time to get it woven
i counted in my hands
this time
too many to count
still a few to bound
a storm blew and my threads flew
yes my heart did pained
as only a few remained
i counted in my hands
a few to count
few to bound now
strongly worn.
