She refused to retreat
In the face of defeat.
She pursed lips, furrowed brow,
Still the bead would not bow.
Pushed into the string’s knot
It slid off … yet she fought.
All suggestions were waived
She refused to be saved.
Five more minutes she spent
String nor bead would relent.
Just as frustration frayed …
Cookies came to her aid.
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Hooray got the cookies. Cute poem.🌺🌹🍪🍪🍪
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Sometimes diversion works better than direct help when that was denied … (works with teenagers, too, if less obviously…) 😉
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