yellow and soft cotton
tied her bumper pad to the crib
and she slept as they entwined between
pudgy fingers
moving to a bed
we cut off the strings
sewed them to her pillow
losing them would unleash storm
from tiny body
we had extras just in case
before long she carried them everywhere
along with toys dolls stuffed animals
displayed proudly as
“STRING!”
but at night they once again
gained importance as they wound
around her toddler fingers just as
her unique spirit
wound around our hearts
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