The hands that mould us

Are both tender and harsh.Nurturing and scolding.Encouraging and demoralizing.Sometimes intentional. Often random.Our stories are made possible as muchBy the people that have loved usAs by those that hurt us.Some hands wiped away our tearsAnd caressed our cheek in a tender kiss,Awakening us to the steadying affection of human touch.And then there are hands that haveDealt […]

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Little humans

It’s crazy how those early years Carry so much. They are “little humans” Like us, but little. Most of them have no bills to pay Or mouths to feed Or points to prove. Little humans don’t respect our boundaries, Nor care for our politics And can disarm even the most guarded amongst us. They are […]

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