holding hands

dreamt last night that my little hand

was being held in mama’s and we’re
walking in a park in Monterey, Mexico

the park is crowded with people

walking in the grass, in the pathways,
sitting under trees, all holding hands

i looked around with a smile

because mama was holding my hand
and mama loves me

night came and the people

turned into strangers, skewed
into shadows cast by lamp lights

a dream of a memory

long held in my heart
of when mama was still with me

i think i like holding hands

even if just shaking them to
say hello

i have since learned that

hugs are good too because
we touch each others hearts

 

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