Diary of a Real Live Mom

Tuesday, Jan. 20, 2004
11:01 AM

Poetry
1.

My hands reach out to touch you
but I see them and pull them back
jagged, bitten nails and scarred skin
not good enough for you


I lean in to shisper to you
but I hear my words in my head
silly, common, laughable phrases
not good enough for you


And then you reach out to me
and whisper in my ear
you fill me with love and laughter
and make me good enough for you




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