I'd carried my heart
so long in my hands
that they and my arms
grew as untiring as it.
Because of my bearing,
not much more
could I do with my hands
than bear my heart.
I walked a lot more;
for distraction, I suppose.
People would slip
a flower or two or more
into one or two
of my heart-bearing hands;
or slip a biscuit
directly between my keeth;
and one or two would grin
who knew my name was Teith.
Carrying heart in hands is definitely an amazing act but this art is definitely very meaningful. Walking a lot more with hope and dignity it motivates mind. Heart beating for hands for bringing out new flowers. An amazing sharing is done here...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a brilliant write, Douglas👍👍👍