Cord Poem by Rebecca Navarre

Echos of days before, can drop me
to the floor. Shut my eyes and try
to soar past the clouds, into the
skies once more. To where she takes
my hand and we walk the golden shores.
And she talks to me of all her heart
adores. As her eyes reflect the Lord.
And she picks a leaf from a branch the
wind has tore. And reminds me to remember,
how nature's roots are woven to the core,
and he'll never cut the cord.