Hands

I didn’t get much of a chance to know you but I think I would have loved you even more if heaven hadn’t wanted you so badly and I was old enough to understand maybe heaven can be a little greedy, too. I just want to say I think I have your hands. I look at pictures then my palms as I drive or wash the dishes and think that you used to do the same thing too with hands that look like mine before heaven wanted them to paint a picture in the sky. 

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7 thoughts on “Hands

  1. This is heartbreaking. And deftly done in such a short form. The idea of a greedy heaven unsettles the reader, then hands (mundane and often overlooked) shatters them like glass.

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