heart strings

The first time you left me
  you were only five and I put you on the school bus
  alone and without me.
 
What will you learn on the school bus, at school
  will you find friend or foe on the playground
 will your teachers raise you up or belittle your creativity
  the influences of the "big bad world".

My apron strings, my heart strings, connect me to you
you stretch them as you grow
as your world grows
snap back, come home to me.

The second time you left me
  we dropped you and three guitars, seven boxes, and five duffel bag
  on the curb in front of your dorm
  I sobbed all the way home, my heart ached with loss.

What will you learn at college
   will your find friends or lovers
  will you be mugged, or worse, in the city
   how will you develop your creativity
  how will you grow, what will you learn.
  
My apron string, my heart strings, connect me to you
are stretched so tight, they pull so hard, my heart hurts. 


The next time you left me
   did we even notice
   you just grew up
  you come home, and visit
   you bring new friends
  you bring your love.

My apron string, my heart strings, connect me to you
  they are infinitely stretchy
  they can reach around the world to where you are
  and rejoice in your discoveries.
 
My heart strings, connect me to you
  this summer my heart strings will sing 
  they will stretch around the family you are creating
  My heart strings will ache with happiness and cry with joy.


~ . ~ . ~ . ~ . ~

Today's prompt from NaPoWriMo urges us to use concrete expressions to describe an abstract idea.