motherhood

heredity

Maybe these will be your hands.
Will I notice their wrinkles?
And how their pride
Opens like a shell?

 A green pearl,
Discovery created.
Paired with questions –
Endless in length. 

Hands that once
Grasped only fingers.
Now unknown
Perception and promise. 

Maybe these will be your hands.
I hope I notice
How they match mine.
Always open.

© 2011 D. Willson

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