The Ribbon Was There

The Ribbon Was There

A Poem by Kimberly Miller

The Ribbon Was There



The ribbon was there the day she was born

Wrapped around her chubby finger

Never to be shown a shred of lorn

Yet always there to linger


The ribbon was there when she learned to crawl

And the day she learned to walk

Tied up in the hair of her doll

Who she then made to talk


The ribbon was there when she started school

And when the days were hard

It lay in her fist, when the people called "cool"

Left her with only a shard


The ribbon was there when she graduated

And said goodbye to childhood

The day she stood up and traded

Her schoolwork for a place with the good


The ribbon was there when she got married

And started life anew

And although the days sometimes varied

The ribbon was always in view


The ribbon was there by her deathbed

And she lay, life slipping away

Its weathered feel now lacking and dead

But still its message display


Consistancy is more than just being there

You need to have feeling, life, a meaning

You simply need to care

But perhaps there is more than just one way of thinking


You see, Someone else is like this strip of cloth

Always there, constant and steady

He wants you to pledge your troth

But are you ready?

© 2015 Kimberly Miller


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I enjoyed this poem and the message that was behind it, I personally feel the ribbon could be a lot of things but would make more if it was a parent or God always being there for her during thick and thin, through health and her deathbed. Thank you for sharing.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Kimberly Miller

9 Years Ago

Thank you! Yes, after I finished it, I thought about changing what exactly it was, instead of a ribb.. read more
Warren Daniel II

9 Years Ago

I think you made the right choice by not changing anything.
Kimberly Miller

9 Years Ago

Well, thanks! Since I could think of anything right away and I wanted to finish, I just went ahead a.. read more
Sadly not everyone is willing to accept the small thread He holds out for them to grab ahold of. Life for me would not be worth living without God and His Son in it. Valentine

Posted 9 Years Ago



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Kimberly Miller
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Hey! I'm a teen and live in the U.S. I am homeschooled! And loving it! My hobbies are reading, writing, animals (mainly cats), listen to music and audio stories,some sewing, hanging out on Writer's C.. more..

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