Gentle
By Ravenrei
Her hands were always gentle.
They were gentle as they held me close, as they rocked me to sleep at night. They were gentle as they brushed away my tears and cleansed my cuts and scrapes. Always, always, her hands were gentle.
Her hands are gentle, too.
They are gentle as they assure, as they comfort and assuage my worst fears. They are gentle as they squeeze my shoulders and cleanse my life-threatening wounds. Always, always, her hands are gentle as they brush my own.
Her hands make me wonder if mine could be gentle, too.
