In Accord
You were once my lifeline; what connects us now is just as real
As the stretchy cord that spun me out and wound me back
Stepping over and around it, you prepared the evening meal
Kept our home together, our family life on track
As the stretchy cord spun me out and wound me back
We tried to keep from getting in the other’s way
Kept our home together, our family life on track
Listening to my calls was how how you learned about my day
We tried to keep from getting in the other’s way
The cord stretched taut between us, gentle tug, a little twist
Listening to my calls was how you learned about my day
I moved about the kitchen, cord wrapped tightly round my wrist
The cord stretched taut between us, gentle tug, a little twist
Attached to the wall as I was once attached to you
I moved about the kitchen, cord wrapped tightly round my wrist
And then I had to break it. It’s what our daughters do.
Attached to the wall as I was once attached to you
The cord between us cut but not unbroken
And then I had to break it. It’s what our daughters do.
The love between us sometimes went unspoken.
The cord between us cut but not unbroken
Stepping over and around it, you prepared the evening meal
The love between us sometimes went unspoken
You were once my lifeline; what connects us now is just as real.
by Carole Greenfield from Weathering Agents (Beltway Editions, 2023)
Cover photograph: Michael Greenfield
Book designer: Jorge Ureta Sandoval.
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