14 March, 2009

Poem from Mom "Puppet on a String"

"Puppet on a String"



the puppeteer our life
manipulating us with dancing threads
providing us a wealth of material
a seamstress sewing words onto the page
writing the stories making the words
go through the hole the needle
makes through the paper
pulled along on the thread
in the eye of the needle
fastening it to the page
making it all stay together
a novel a newspaper a short story
taking big ideas and stitching them
in place with little ideas
making them big and important
the seamstress writes about life
life all over the place
my life your life everyones life
the part that happens when you are
turning the pages of plans
great plans that never happen
your shadow gets ahead of you
even when you are trying to dodge fate
if you knew what tomorrow would bring
it would do you no good
we are only a stitch in time
knowing we don't know where we are
or where we are going
is the only and best way
love faith and trust
guide the seamstress
keeping lifes words in order
we are just a puppet on a string

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Really keep going back to read this one. Great poem.