Gestures
It was the work of her hands
that gave flesh to her speech;
her soul made vocal.
Gestures mended words
with a patching thread, a needle-point
she sewed with eloquent fingers.
Often as she dreamed,
those hands still emphasized
her silent words
as they stitched together
articulations
for the mute night.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2020
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