I look down hands on the keyboard
flitting – flying – floating over the keys, age - where did this come from?
these are my hands? they were young
now married diamonds winking
little hands holding, gently lovely
I see spilling milk, sippy tumbling
I am mother, I am wife
I am me.
- 4/20/07
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