O’ what for my eyes
Where they cradle, who they hold
Will they be held back

He sat proudly
Above her
Honored to have his hands on her shoulders
She sat smiling
At his feet
Confident her heart was in his care
His pride, her smile
His hands, her heart
His care, her shoulders
I needed a photo, so I looked again
And shuttered my eyes
Their peace, my peace
Happy at mid-day
Glad in the heat of the night
Resolved in the morn’
My heart is hugging
the nurse and testifiers,
sisters and buddies.