Xillus_Xavier
10-02-2012, 10:43 AM
The Stapler
The old red stapler
resting on my desk
reminds me of my mother:
resilient,
uncomplicated,
always there in times of need.
Master Amalgamator.
I still think of her
with red apron on,
standing at the kitchen stove,
stirring stew,
my sisters and I
fluttering around the house
like three wild, wind-blown pages;
mom, bringing us together
with a soft nod of her head.
The old red stapler
resting on my desk
reminds me of my mother:
resilient,
uncomplicated,
always there in times of need.
Master Amalgamator.
I still think of her
with red apron on,
standing at the kitchen stove,
stirring stew,
my sisters and I
fluttering around the house
like three wild, wind-blown pages;
mom, bringing us together
with a soft nod of her head.