Hold me down, down, down, down, down Spin me around, round, round, round, round Fold me up, up, up, up, up.

Wrap me in your strong hands, then unlock the padlock with the secret code the one you crack to release the waterfall of expression and connection buried deep inside of me each time you actually find me.

Where you have been I do not know why you had to go no one knows but sometimes when you return you're not really there because you forgot the code you lost the key and you really think I don't notice when you're lost outside of me.

Until you wrap me in your strong hands, then unlock the padlock with the secret code the one you crack to release the waterfall of expression and connection buried deep inside of me each time you actually find me.

Hold me down, down, down, down, down Spin me around, round, round, round, round Fold me up, up, up, up, up.

Hold me down, when I'm lost and then found.

Lindsay Soberano-Wilson is the editor of Put It To Rest. Casa de mi Corazón: A Travel Journal of Poetry & Memoir is available at lindsaysoberano.com. Find her on Medium, Instagram, or Twitter. Lindsay Soberano-Wilson©2021.