Two hands lift me up, a smile blinds me

nonsensical whispers and laughter

this is a hearth, my fire


Dancing fingers, dancing eyes

the clutch of protection

there's safety here

in the shape of my mother


There are love songs, sad songs

Tides of the ocean

fireworks in voices

embraces of desperation


The paradox of grow up

but stay my little girl

of hiding but still seeking

of I’ll protect you

but face your fears


Two slammed doors, heated fury

silent footsteps

shadows of ghosts

whispers of sorry and it’s ok


Soft, ephemeral kisses

the physiognomy of love

the wasted minutes

of chasing life


The incarnate thought


the slowly fading thought

I love you


This poem is about: 
My family


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