For my wife, on Mother’s Day

This hand I hold within my own

holds the man that I have become,

holds the pieces of who I am,

takes them gently in and holds them

close, close as flesh is close to bone.


This hand I hold is the hand that

I will grow old holding onto.

We will sew dreams into our seems

with this hand, one smaller hand, and

my own--all I need to call my own.


A Happy Mother's Day to all.

10 thoughts on “For my wife, on Mother’s Day

  1. My wife’s hands also hold me together. A beautiful poem. I love the “as flesh is close to bone” line. Something beyond intimate expressed there. Bravo, Johnny. {{{Hugs]}} Kozo


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