My Compass
I wonder
when it happened,
that her hands
became my own...
as I watch
mother's fingers
pointing back to my childhood
How could I
know, to the last
small detail,
this intimate
connection;
were it not for
blue veins that flow to my heart?
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For Nette's Contest: Crown of My Body
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2012
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