often and gently
like a whisper
like a prayer  spoken with no voice  just held there gently  within the cage of ribs
hope is like this  hope  just this  a wish we barely let  an idea held close in the throat
I will always welcome them   I am made this way  I can do life no differently
never without one  yet growing slimmer  leaner  where the years have grafted away sections
in need of this surface  I let it go at will  believe as I must  I am part of making all things new