Every day brings a new sheet
with stories told anew
a poem here; a message there
the scroll just grew
and grew...
Yet still the band wraps it tight
and holds its pages bound
to keep them all from breaking loose
and scattering on the ground!
How many times will it stretch
before the stretching's done
and all that it holds securely
will be left for a
newer one?
How far will life pull it
how many pulls will it take
how far can it be taxed
before it will finally
break?
I like to fondly imagine
that if it snaps one day
the little band will somehow
confidently find
a way
to splice itself together
then tightly knot the ends
and bind the pages of its book
so its story
never
ends!
REMARKS ABOUT THE PHOTOGRAPH: The frame was made by a friend of mine who was injured in the 911 attack - she made this during the course of her rehabilitation.
The rubber bands were sent to me by a friend (Jim) after my 4/29/02 automobile accident that nearly killed me.
The picture is of my great grandmother Grace; my great grandfather Charles, and my grandpa Reese (his first birthday). Great grandmother took a flat-bed wagon to Florida in 1906 - it took her 4 months to make the trip.
Great Grandpa Charles looked after the children and the farm while his wife took 2 hired hands who drove the flat-bed looking for land in Orlando.
Years and years later, that land was sold to Disney - it is now Epcot Center (or part of it is).
I think the poem fits not only my own 'trials and recovery'; Norma's beautiful recovery, but my great grandmother's strong will to become a millionaire at a time when few women were.
I guess it's all about rubber bands......
