Poetry Friday

My daughter and son bickered just before they started their bedtime routine last night, over some shared toys. An hour later, little brother found his sister's stuffed tiger that she'd been searching and quietly placed it in her bed.

Ah, siblings!

This poem by Naomi Shihab Nye captures that bond, seemingly fragile and easily threatened by the most insignificant little nothing, but in reality, strong and robust.

Supple Cord

by Naomi Shihab Nye

My brother, in his small white bed,

held one end.

I tugged the other

to signal I was still awake.

We could have spoken,

could have sung

to one another,

Read the rest of this gentle, bitter sweet poem here.

The Poetry Friday Roundup is at Charlotte's Library this week.