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

Palm Trees

follow your heart

follow it’s beat

follow your song

follow your feet

you will be lead to magic tacos

handed to you in the street

you will be taught by rainbows

to let go and believe

you will be shown the power of fire

raucous joy and healing heat

all you must do

is repeat

follow your heart

follow it’s beat

follow your song

follow your feet