In the poem The Cord by Leanne O'Sullivan, I enjoyed the descriptive language that the poet utilized, and found her conveyed message of growing up compelling, as well as the stretched bond of a mother and her adolescent child. The poem evoked a feeling of nostalgia for my childhood, of when I would visit my friend Melissa, and of her sister when she would complain that we were listening in on her phone call to her latest boyfriend. This would cause her to hide in the laundry room with the landline stretched taut around multiple doorframes, screeching in irritation when someone would trip over the cord. I appreciate the setting of the poem, as the narrator is merely recalling times of the past, what it was like to come home after school, talking
