Domestic (poem/book#2)
Domestic
Why do you
Treat me like
A professional boxer?
My hands
Are made for love.
My hands
Are made to hold on –
To yours.
My hands
Are made to hug.
My hands
Are made to guide
And care.
My hands
Are made of trust. –
Aren’t yours?
I am a mother.
I am the mother of your
child.
This doesn’t leave the house.
Inspired
thoughts of the week: Living is possible. Living
is __________________________.
Have you read: Back to the future?
Have you read: Back to the future?
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You did it! Your self-authorized voice is both mighty and lovely. Thank you for being you. Thank you for your existence. Thank you for your leadership.
With Admiration,
fern the poet