…tiny fingers

…today I saw a small group of tiny fingers gripping her mothers hand-

i was drowned by seventy five thoughts, wrapped in 75 emotions, all in seventy five seconds-

will they remain close?-

become the best of friends?

or will the grace of what i witnessed, become null and void- despite the womb, despite those tiny gripping fingers-

as the term mother may not be enough to salvage nor save.

i know…

because I once was the gripping hand of beautiful tiny fingers-

and the term mother wasn’t enough to save me.

kb.

‘ily’