Cerise Posted January 11, 2006 Share Posted January 11, 2006 The Condition Her hands tremble constantly now Hands that used to tie a shoe Or pour a cup of English breakfast Hands that knit together sweaters And broken skin With the same amount of care and concentration Hands that now grasp my sleeve And hold tightly Yellowed nails pressing into blue silk Like little faded suns in a darkening sky ‘I’ll see you at Christmas won’t I?’ One of us must be reassured. ‘Of course you will.’ God, don’t make me a liar… ‘Of course you will.’ Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Fweethawt Posted January 11, 2006 Share Posted January 11, 2006 I need to print this one out and give it to my mom. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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