there are no mysteries

you hold all life’s gifts in your heart

all folded up and tucked
into the tiniest of pockets
held in place with
a gilded button flap

and you might even
forget all about them
for years at a time

but then one day

a moment will come and
you will sit down
quietly
in some corner
somewhere
and

unbutton

unfold

unforget

everything you’ve ever known

hold it gently
in your palm

slowly
breathe life
back into
that tiny body

offer
strength
and air and
vision
and hope

until eventually
both of you
begin to smile

in recognition

.

.

.

.

Linking up today with the fabulous dVerse poets for Open Link Night, join us!

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