Whispers that linger
in the cup of hand to heart.
Feathers that flutter
on words that lilt and dart.
Leaving presence behind like art.
Strength that guards
in silken threads of web.
Holding back sharp edges
with softest flow and ebb,
minding what is said.
Unrelenting,
unmovable gentleness.
How can one possess
this uncommonness,
that embodies loveโs caress?
Copyright ยฉ2023 Mary Grace van der Kroef



