aunt aggie’s poem

wound up tighter than a ball of yarn;
at the end of the day i unravel
and come completely undone.

wound up tighter than a ball of yarn;
at the end of the day you unravel
but you will not come undone.

all that i am, homeless without spool
i’ll take and wind round and round you
i’ll be the comfort i never got
i’ll give you what i’d always sought

all that loose thread, just waiting there;
so if you’re falling apart at the seams
i’ll hold you together, I will care.