A Pocket Full of Small Stones

This is my first time posting small stone poems for the January Challenge,  so here they are: *pours out my pocket full of small stones into your hands*

large bubbles rising
in the cats’ water bowl
the last one lingers and snaps
like yesterday

These are my hands.
On my pinky,
A red dot where skin heals.
With these hands,
I remember my tiny miracles.

over a cup of tea and coffee
my mom and i speak of beginnings
how fear curled up in the womb
and the way it slowly leaves


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