Cords

For Brenda Lynette Creighton, born 1919.

When I was just mere growing cells-

Before I breathed on the earth-

A bonded cord sustained my life

In those months before my birth.

And when I, a naughty, restless child

Could every fence and barrier climb,

In care and love you took a cord

And tethered me safely to a line.

Then when as a boy in deep delight

I through swamp and bush would roam

There was an unbroken, invisible cord

That drew me safely home.

Later there were challenging times

When waves crashed hard and I almost drowned.

You were a rock, a light, a cord

To draw me safely to solid ground.

Time cuts all early dependant cords

But others grow that cannot be broken,

Spun by faith, time and maturing mind,

By laughter, tears, and love unspoken.

So it is with my mother and me,

Where cords of flesh were cut at birth

But invisible cords of faith still grow

Transcending this sentient life on earth.