A poem for my mother

Today is 8/21/2023

I'm here in my kitchen in this small two room apartment im sitting in the dark brown table and a chair 

I can feel two hands slowly crossing my hair from side to side as they loop each other

I feel alive i feel the hands sink into my hair almost like a void 

I think the only time i ever touch God was my mother and her hands.


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