All thumbs

On my thumb a scar
in my heart joy.

laughter jolts my body into a quake
steel stole nothing form my heart
Saw; could not see that tho’ sharp, happiness it could not cut.
blades will rust but love will never blunt
Laughter caused more stitches across my stomach
thumb and feet wrapped in comforting blankets
my heart cuddled and held by warm hands
such an uncommon touch
slowly I settle in the sting like a warm bath
still my body quake
still, my heart jumps
My hand now learn new ways
clumsy and slow
funny how I feel it grow
my heart all thumbs unsure of how to be held
or stretch out with open palms
funny how I feel it grow
thumb hitch-hiking
lifted by those bathtub hands
my heart settles slowly to this beauty
as if it is a growing garden
with a pond and some moss

on my thumb a scar
in my heart joy
the cut made me weary for a day
only for a day
left in my hand and now forever in my heart
only love
always love.

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