Like Soft Cotton

Like Soft cotton, shredded,
Fabric, weather-beaten, careless,
Still very responsible somewhere, I suspect.

A little child, innocent at heart,
Tremulous to trivial circumstance,
Feeling, richly vivid, protected,
Behind humor, effortless.

Growing up, ever so slow,
Bearing the brunt, nudging,
The other one,
Sharing, only a little, but your stories are so tall.

Clutching the reins, is able an hand,
Every debacle, every roadbreak,dealt
With, so straight-forward, so level,
Balanced, poised for perfection.

Systematic disciplinarian,
Other times, so jovial,
Sentences compete.
Such a thinker, seldom seen.

Into the quilt, a new fabric has been stitched,
The one that was shredded, a new personality,
Honest precision to the needle, it is working,
To stitch into the fabric of life, to fit in.

Torn apart,
From fabric, from consciousness,
A bit of quilt, lost,
Missing,
but stitched back in.......


11:43 pm, 27th May, 2010.