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hands poem sage words poetry by jet widick illustration by lacelit

Hands

I grew up in an Italian family where children’s faces in their mother’s palms and big hugs with huge pats on the back were an everyday thing. Talking with your hands, biceps squeezes or forearm taps were appropriate and normal. No one was afraid. It was a display of warmth, and no one thought about… Read More