A Cord of Three Strands

Posted: April 11, 2010 in My Poetry
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Notes carried in the small, grubby hand
of the grandson of a slave,
communicated growing love
between my own grandparents.

He, their small, brown cupid,
bore scribbled notes – not arrows,
but they hit their mark as well,
earning Cupid a nickel for
every back and forth:
a busy shuttle on a loom.

Creating something new,
with the weft of those three strands:

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Comments
  1. Denise says:

    Where did you get the inspiration for this?

    • I was reading old letters from Grandpa Bill to Grandma Goldie and they apparently had a little boy running notes back and forth. He would ask her if she wanted to do something later and she’d reply…it was so cute. The funny things we find when we start looking into old albums!

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