The cat drapes one clawed arm onto my shoulder
From his perch on the back of the couch.
He sleeps better knowing I'm not going anywhere.
You used to keep one tiny hand
Resting on mine as I kneeled by your crib
Even then I wasn't going anywhere
You never liked the crib, opting to be held
in my arms or even lying on a blanket on the floor
Rather than caged in that jail.
You knew if you had a hand on mine, I would
Always be there. You thought it was
Your hand on mine that kept me there.
It's your heart on mine, your eyes reflecting mine
It's your slow ambling voice of reason
The reason I'm not going anywhere.
Comments
Clayton Medeiros
January 5, 2013
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Yes
Very nicely done.
Jennifer Dixey
January 12, 2013
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I like
Especially "you thought it was your hand that kept me there" - so simple, but says so much.