Thoughts Entertained

what would happen

if the stars uncrossed?

if the rain called to you

like it calls to me?

what would happen

if all this time

felt like mending

to you as well?

what would happen

if this time

we were ready?

to let go

to hold on

to allow us

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Mother’s Hands

I used to stare at my mom’s hands

wishing my fingers were so long

that i could see the tendons dancing beneath

veins visible and soft

I stare at my own hands now

they look like her’s

and mine

they have brushed off dirt

rubbed love into shoulders

found countless lost things

fed hope and knowledge

i have my own mother’s hands

today

they long to be held

to caress

dance the tattoo of love

forĀ a family of my own