Quivering hands reached out for my subdued ones
She held my hands, told me I had pretty fingers
Then scrunched up her brows and
Examined my face -
From my anticipating eyes to flushed cheeks
And slim nose to chapped lips
And smiled so hard,
Her already wrinkled skin fell into
Multiple other folds.
'You'd coaleasce hearts and build homes',
She said in a shaky voice that screamed honesty
And in that very moment,
A woman in a pink night gown
And knotted salt and pepper hair with
Trembling fingers and milky eyes
Showed me rationale.
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~Nida
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