My mother’s hands

When I was growing up, my mom often held my hands in hers. She would carefully size my palms against hers and remark how quickly I was growing…”

Via My Li’l Place


The poet/editor of this website is physically disabled, and lives at a fraction of her nation’s poverty level. Contributions may be made here:

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