PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

my hands i received from my mother
the healer
strong deliberate strokes
rough knuckles and smooth fingertips
knew how to touch with grace

my hands i received from robert
who taught them how to hold
a guitar
how to stretch to reach
a fret

my soul i received from ryuta
roots
reaching back years and years
a quirky quietness in the corner
standing with hands in pockets
secret smile staring at the floor

if you love me, forgive me
if you love who i am,
love where i have come from
acknowledge i am a being bigger than between you and i
and love the part of me that will never, can never
be yours