H.A.N.D.S

Forgive me, should I reject your
hand
But this voyage I neither
control
Or command
I know only that, I must travel
alone
In quests to soothe him, to
Accompany him home
I must hold his hand tightly
Through our journey of tears
All the pain that besets us
Brings him close
Brings him near
We are bound outward
together
Destination unknown
A spiraling twosome
Hands... eternally sewn
So, I do not need nursing
I just need to nurse my son
right now

M Price 14/1/21