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Snapshots: A Poem for My Mama

Moments in time:
your hand in mine.
Small and bony, fingers lengthy –
although mine was larger, yours was so sturdy.
Not a second in life the place it didn’t belong.
Moments in time:
your hand in mine.
From a bit lady in search of your brown eyes up there
to the sobs in your lap as you stroked my moist hair.
Some recollections frantic, some blissfully lazy.
Our fingers keep in focus, whereas the remaining turns into hazy.
Moments in time:
your hand in mine.
Our fingers laced and so completely spaced.
That feeling – nonetheless in me – years haven’t erased.
The way you handed me, every time, only a wisp of your grace.
Moments in time:
your hand in mine.
We gripped firmly when life introduced us causes to grieve,
as we did once we laughed until we virtually peed.
And the final time, as your soul was let out,
with my head in your chest
whilst you took your final breath
and my aching hand pleaded for one closing squeeze.
Moments in time:
their fingers now in mine.
Little ones that slide oh so gently in place.
Tiny fingers that match, however can by no means substitute.
They don’t even understand how rapidly they’ll develop,
and how briskly it may well go –
however I do, so I gradual
myself down.
I breathe as I tighten my grip.
This valuable part is a passing ship.
I really feel their delicate pores and skin.
I let their mild in,
the place it mingles with yours,
nonetheless alive in my pores.
And I really feel your deep magnificence infusing their cores.
Moments in time:
your hand in mine.
How I want,
how I yearn,
how I thirst,
how I pine
for a bit black button
labeled, merely,


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