I wish I had another pair of arms
to replace my arms
these arms
that held on so tightly
these arms
that bore a baby to the hospital
these arms
that fumbled to provide comfort through the night
(and by morning)
these arms
that held your body, finally unencumbered
these arms
that achingly unclenched
leaving you behind
these arms
don’t forget
these arms
whispering reminders
every time a child is hoisted
and on this day
every year
these arms
heavy
weary
old as time
and all the losses that she holds
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