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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