Written for him, 11.20.2017, at a time when the only comfort he could find was the warmth of my body. Is there a gift better than being there? Witnessing?
thinking about all the things you could not say
the things your body told me
your hands
your weight
the sounds
the intensity
of the fear and pain and worry you carry
I am proud to offer that release
to be
a safe place
a soft touch
a canvas for all the words you dare not form
Not Without Fault 