remade

remade

inviting breath
and urging her
calf to stand
the mama giraffe’s
tongue strokes the
wet bundle of legs

stopping after-hours
a nurse soothes her
patient’s brow—
the elderly man
won’t last until
next shift

lugging grocery bags
kissing a hurt knee
the simple gesture
of opening a door
we are remade
by small acts of love

2023 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.

I welcome comments and discussion!

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