Glass Hands – A Poem

Glass hands


They are beautiful

and caress something magical

from wood and string and memory


They take the simplest tool

and transform pages with lies that are friends

truths that heal with pain


They hold my lover

and cause sighs and cries

delighted surprise


Then you come

and my glass hands crack

I cut you with all I lack


The dreams I hold for you

and the happiness I long to give

confidence and self-belief


Become shreds through my fingers

and I am what I feared

not what I hoped


Only a parent can understand

that we feed with such warm hearts

but glass hands


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