Wednesday, May 11, 2016

BIG NURSE

Even though
the rest

of you may appear
to grow

heavy and slow
and old

and tired—I can
assure you,

your eyes
will

not. Because—
every time

I look, I see
they shall always

hold their small
truth—

so close and light,
but pressed so

tight, and cradled
hard like a

newborn child;
that life—

not yours
or mine, but life—is far

too little,
too fragile and

precious a thing—to ever
stop

protecting, to dream
of not

shouldering, to dare risk—letting
drop.

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