Through a wall of flesh

Imprint of a palm I see

Could be a tiny foot

Then the moment of motions

Random and haphazard

You weary? Unhappy? Mad?

Or just knock-around?


But moments of no motions

Become eons of momentous wondering

The silence that follows

Forces behind bony cages

Throbbing heart beats to be heard


And now is the appointed time

A new world awaits

Come out of the watery world

Of the comfort of darkness

Dislodge from the line of life


Warm and empty palms await

Throbbing hearts be beating

On Mother’s Day

Would you be a gift


I speak as if you could hear

I smiled as if you could see

But I know you feel me

Through a wall of flesh



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