Just One More Piece

A poem

Voices frantic, rising into screeches

it’s an emergency, please

Mom please

Can we have a piece of tape?

Sticky toddler hands fumbling

with flimsy gummy slips

Like calls to like.

I remember the allure, too,

the Scotch tape crises

when I was their age

it was all urgent

We had a vision!

This is the young’s preferred tool

for creating, building, fixing

Sure, the adhesive’s flighty

as sparrows seeking

crumbs in the dust,

fearful of being followed

and it’s not strong

enough to fix all that’s broken

But with a little faith and a lot of tape,

kids can accomplish anything

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