thinking between the lines

Month: November 2011

A Mother’s Hand

In my earliest memory, I am holding my mother’s hand. The scene is not much more than a flash of images here and there, Towering concrete steps leading up to a hospital, A sunshine day that is out of kilter with what should be, And yet, there’s a constancy within, a simple, trusting security I’ve… Read More ›

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