To my babies.. From Momma

Hands & Hearts.

"I carry your heart with me

(I carry it in my heart)"

These are the lines I have read often,

while stumbling over my choked words

and incisive need to act entirely composed.

The weight of your heart

bears down upon mine with every breath I take.

Feeling as though your small hands have

reached inside my chest

one on top of the other,

pushing downward

in compulsions.

As if trying to bring me back to life

or to keep me stable enough

to carry the weight of you.

And I would.

Carry your weight,

if it meant less of a load for you.

If it meant that I could use my hands

to pick off every burden resting upon your shoulders.

Your hands are softer than mine,

missing the jewel on your ring finger.

Maintaining a light shade of innocent pink and tan,

smelling of play dough and bananas

and stained by the days adventures

that children often face.

Your hand when placed in mine is much smaller

yet reflects the same desire to be used.

I used these hands in many ways

but never felt true presence

until the ring finger was heavier

and your face rest easily in

the palm of one,

stroking the satin skin of powder and promise.

It is the beauty of having a pair of hands

that remind me of my past,

and to devote my future.

Your hands are softer, your heart is light.

But, the reflection is obvious.

You are my baby,

"and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart,

I carry your heart,

I carry it in my heart."

I realize I stole the words from the amazing E.E. Cummings for this one...but how can you not be inspired by such inspiration?

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