My Mother

and a simile just like yours because  

Your hands are strong enough hold mountains.

You have carried oceanic trenches filled with sorrows

between your palms

yet they never once shook

Momma your simile creates the laugh lines that form the bridges

that brings our family together

Now I may never may never know

how many of your demons are still clinging to your

fingers, but I still see the angels

you now hold

I still see the beauty in your

Imperfections. You are still what it means to home.

If Your hands are still holding together then they have

held no small mountains, they still keep the monsters at

bay.