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"Mommy! Mommy! Come here quick!"
Implores her frantic shout,
"I cut the hair on Teddy Bear,
An' stuffin's fallin' out."
With cocoa and some fuzzy yarn
I mend the wound with care
And pray she'll see no tragedy
Worse than a leaking bear...
"Oh, Mom, I don't know what to do,"
She moans with tortured face,
"This gown's too long and fits me wrong
And I'll look out of place."
I raise the hem with patient sighs
And sense her tensions shrink
As youth is shed like frazzled thread
Of polyester pink...
"Mother, could you lend a hand?"
Her tone an anxious wail,
"A rose brocade of heavy suede
Has tangled in my veil."
My scissors' blades must fully join
Before they draw apart—
I snip the ties with misty eyes
And free her borrowed heart...
"Gramma? Can you fix my jeans?"
(I hear his mother speak!)
"I tore the knees while climbing trees
An' Mom is gonna freak."
With denim thread and mellow heart
I tread where time has flown,
And thank the LORD for my reward—
To reap what I have sewn.
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