a word out loud
a journey of inspiration through writing poetry --- teaching --- family
Saturday, March 9, 2013
Displaced hands.
Eight and ten year old hands
no longer intertwined with mine.
I open my hands
to see the shadows
of 8 and 10 year olds receding.
I close my eyes my for a moment,
opening slowly ---
hoping to see their hands
in mine.
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