No one can wrap a cord like my Aunt Millie.
Seven children cut from her own.
Cords of affection and protection
wrap family and friends in silken threads,
ribbons of fun and laughter
so loud that hurts and fears
suddenly disappear.
Aunt Millie wraps up tight
anything which might cause fright.
She plugs cords in for light
to make our way bright.
No one wraps cords like Aunt Millie.
The WAR taught her well.
Women in factories men left behind
learned men’s tasks and more.
I watch her hands move gracefully
at each task at hand
wrapping and mapping the flow
of her energy outward to me
and to all children who sat at her knee
learning to accept cords wrapped tight
to set us free.
No one wraps cords like Aunt Millie.
