The Umbilical Cord

I'm getting ready to cut this thing
I want to run and play
But I can't seem to get
More than just five feet away

I want to climb the highest trees
And act just like a clown
But Dear Lord this stupid cord
Is pulling me back down

I'm so afraid to cut it
They might fall on their face
But what I really do believe
Is this is a discrace

Maybe I'll jump rope with it
It serves no purpose now or
Maybe the two on the other end
Will stop and say "Oh wow

She still has some child in her
We are grown you see
Lets get the sissors to this thing
So her true self she can be."

© 1999 Ann Milanesi