racing

by e. h. - Libra

her hands

so much stronger
than mine...

etched by time
or by work
or some sort
of combination

i imagine them
sometimes
stretched out over
wrenches
or shovels
or only a pen

but they are there
stretched out over
her mother
my mother
my daughter
my sister

though none such
as i claim
now

but they are there
and so i am
hers

and only so much
as i can offer 
which is only
as much as these words

which mean little to 
you reading
now







she is why
i go there








willing to 
race my asthmatic
ass to the line

only to fall in
her arms
and kiss
and wish
it all away



again

Birth sign: Libra
Date created: 2007-10-25 01:38:38
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:47:08
Poem ID: 71738

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