while we were holding hands, i looked down
and saw my mother's hands.
the same hands that belonged to my grandmother before her
and i thought of all the men
these hands have held. how many hairs they swept into place.
how many faces they've caressed....
or slapped. and how many grimy, needy hands they pushed away,
indeed these hands surely belonged
to mothers great and grand and now they belonged to me.
i need to buy rings, so that i can crown these hands.
