Held Loved

1.
We sit down to breakfast.

Eggs, country ham, toast.

I am not even a foot off

the ground, but height never

made a comfortable fit inside

peeking heart.

2.
I place my hand

in her palm, watching

gentle wrapping

bring truth alight.

3.
Four fingers—lessoned

maternal comfort, press

promise soul deep.

4.
My God loves me.

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