Stringing Beads

by

Doug Larson

One by one each separate bead,
each plastic pearl strung
like points in time,
carefully on cosmic string;
a star-jeweled necklace
in bright mosaic slowly appears
dangling, from the tiny fingers
of a little boy, who smiles
and laughs with satisfaction,
and looks to his father
with bright eyes and brighter face
and waits, if only for a second,
a smile of approval in return.

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