My mother:
You are the needle and the thread,
the plastic cup and the hot tea.
You are the sunrise in the morning
and the shining stars at night.
You are the low rise pants,
and the kitten playing with string.
However, you are not the brisk wind in winter,
You are the sunrise in the morning
and the shining stars at night.
You are the low rise pants,
and the kitten playing with string.
However, you are not the brisk wind in winter,
the junk food in the pantry,
or the basket of laundry.
And you are certainly not a 9-5 worker.
There is just no way that you are a 9-5 worker.
It is possible that you are a deer in the meadow,
maybe even a cow eating apples,
but you are not even close
to being the tumbleweeds crossing the roads.
And a quick look in the mirror will show
that you are neither the recliner in the living room
nor a sticker on a bumper.
It might interest you to know,
speaking of the plentiful imagery of the world,
that I am the mud that sticks to boots in the rain.
I also happen to be the North star,
the leaves growing on a tree
and the jean jacket over a summer dress.
I am also the waves in the ocean
or the basket of laundry.
And you are certainly not a 9-5 worker.
There is just no way that you are a 9-5 worker.
It is possible that you are a deer in the meadow,
maybe even a cow eating apples,
but you are not even close
to being the tumbleweeds crossing the roads.
And a quick look in the mirror will show
that you are neither the recliner in the living room
nor a sticker on a bumper.
It might interest you to know,
speaking of the plentiful imagery of the world,
that I am the mud that sticks to boots in the rain.
I also happen to be the North star,
the leaves growing on a tree
and the jean jacket over a summer dress.
I am also the waves in the ocean
and the dresser that holds the clothes.
But don't worry, I'm not the needle and the thread.
You are still the needle and the thread.
You will always be the needle and the thread,
not to mention the plastic cup and--somehow--the hot tea.
But don't worry, I'm not the needle and the thread.
You are still the needle and the thread.
You will always be the needle and the thread,
not to mention the plastic cup and--somehow--the hot tea.
I'm a big fan of the pedestrian, unlikely comparisons because they make me work to think about what such a comparison might me. For example, when a person is compared to a jean jacket over a summer dress, my association is actually both positive and negative. On one hand, it speaks of a certain tomboy kind of feel, but it's also an annoyance and can prevent one from feeling the summer weather. Thanks for this.
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