“Aurora”
A poem by Daniela Caride
Your soft little hand grabs mine
We just met
You aren’t shy
to touch
to be
What happened to me?
What happened to all of us who don’t?
We don’t
all of the time
While we both focus our eyes
on something else
your soft little hand
holds my calloused palm
Old fingers don’t bend
But such honest softness
restores weathered flesh
with its breezy balm
I return your touch
with a little squeeze
And then let it go
when you turn
But I know
something within churns
once more
with ease
♦
Beautiful!
I absolutely love it!