apron strings

You couldn't tie a bow behind your back.
Apron strings
And other things-
The ways you make me laugh.
You make me think of what could be
And all the things I have.

Cinnamon and sugar,
Mixed with walnuts, bread, and butter-
A gooey, sticky mess I made,
But you were still my friend the same.

It can be so complicated
To be simple sometimes,
But that's the place you take me
When the strings refuse to tie.

To my mother's new green dress
And the smell of fresh-cut grass.

A dandelion puffed in white,
Blown away by our laughter here-
In the beauty of simplicity
We wander without fear.

Just to know you love me,
Even when apron strings don't meet.
Our hands are tied and sticky
But this bread will soon be sweet.