Sonya Florentino - # # Cradle

Why must it be like slivers, like crumbs
Why can't I hold anything in my hands
Why does it feel like accidents, like chance
Why must everything slip away like sand

If I could just hold everything all at once
I would have them molded in the shape of my palms
If I could hold anything, anything!
I would be their cradle and song


© 2009 Sonya Florentino


same poem w/ photograph can bee see at:
www.sonyaflorentino.blogspot.com/2009/09/cradle_05.html

Sonya Florentino

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