(Photo: Mick Haupt on Unsplash)
It was merely by a feather,
But nonetheless a
Tether
To a life before,
When friends were at the
Door,
And when she did not have to worry
About honor, trust, or
Glory.
She held on to the underside
Of recollection.
To the roots of love that
Promised a
Direction.
For there had been simplicity to life,
An implicit understanding
That words as given were meant
To keep,
And that the sun will rise in
The morn after a
Sleep.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Tether in 80 words
Na'ama Yehuda 
You must be logged in to post a comment.