Back at the house
Where Skizzors was alone,
He stood and looked around
The quiet little home.
But as he gazed
The silence didn't last,
For he saw visions of things
That happened in the past.
He saw a lonely Stringthing
Put together Hugz the teddy bear,
He saw them laughing through the night
With a host of sewn friends everywhere.
He saw him come home from the rain
With a tattered doll in his hands that was drenched with dew,
He saw him work passionately and without cease
Until the broken doll was made brand new.
He saw him give up his beloved teddy bear
To his dearly beloved doll,
Just to calm her fears
Over a spider on the wall.
He witnessed the doll prepare a party for him
When she saw her friend so sad,
He saw the look of gratitude upon Stringthing's face
For all the kind friends he had.
He saw Stringthing teach his sewn friends
How to sew for themselves,
He saw the special love he had for Ragz
When he gave her a piece of himself.
He saw the love she had for him
As she stayed up mending his broken heart,
He saw her quench his fears
As he was tangled upside down in his thoughts.
Then, Skizzors saw himself,
Storming into the room,
YOU ARE READING
Stringthing
PoetryStringthing, a man made of strings, Lives a quiet life sewing All manner of things. All he wants is to share His creations with all, To bring a multitude of smiles Through his teddies and dolls. But he's all tangled up In what others think of him...
