Sunday, September 20, 2020

The Cord

by Terri Apostolakos

We are connected, my child and I,
By an invisible cord not seen by the eye.
It’s not like the cord that connects us at birth
This cord can’t be seen by any on earth.
This cord does it’s work right from the start
It binds us together attached to my heart
I know that it’s there though no one can see
The invisible cord from my child to me.
The strength of this cord it’s hard to describe
It can’t be destroyed it can’t be denied.
It’s stronger than any cord man could create
It withstands the test can hold any weight
And though you are gone though you’re not here with me
The cord is still there but no one can see
It pulls at my heart I am bruised…I am sore
But this cord is my lifeline as never before.
I am thankful that God connects us this way
A mother and child death can’t take it away!

Crystal is a mother-wife-writer whose explorations include parenting, grief, food, and semi-crunchy living. She is currently an MFA in writing student, a content editor for Still Standing Magazine, and the technical editor for Switchback.

"Do not let any unwholesome talk come out of your mouths, but only what is helpful for building others up according to their needs, that it may benefit those who listen." (Ephesians 4:29)

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