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.