Day 230: Smallest of Gifts

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here are the smallest of gifts
but they’re all that i have:

for the shoulders that curve
forward and weighted
i’d give breath on the neck
to brush gravity back.

for the feet that throb
from too many miles made
i’d lend you my back to lean down on.

for the eyes that are milky
from the haze of bright lights
and little horrors,
close them, my friend,
i’ll keep watch tonight.

to your shuddering figure
i’d give tender caress;

though ice may stop a swell
it’s warmth that soothes the soul.

and you,

would you do the same for me?

on nights when
there is no stopping
the tears as they spill,
the fears as they storm,
and the sorrows felt deeper than rock,

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would you offer
the greatest of consolations

found in the smallest of gifts?

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