at the top of the stairs
I as for her hand. O.K.
she gives it to me.
how her fist fits my palm,
a bunch of consolation.
we take our time
down the steep carpetway
as I wish silently
that the stairs were endless.
I as for her hand. O.K.
she gives it to me.
how her fist fits my palm,
a bunch of consolation.
we take our time
down the steep carpetway
as I wish silently
that the stairs were endless.
and i must say not only her mum, even i feel the exact same way about her :)
