Her Hands

My mother’s hands How glorious and beautiful Stretched thin Veins showing She tries to hide them Saying they reveal too much Yet the only thing I see Are years of tireless nights In every fold Her love Every freckle Her selflessness The next time I hold them I’ll make sure she knows How beautiful they […]

When

“When will the pain stop?” the heart asked. “I don’t know” the mind replied. “It hurts a lot” the heart said. “I know” said the mind. “Take care of me” the body said. “I will” the mind promised. “I’m tired” the mind said. “Shh… she’s transforming” the soul whispered.