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My mother’s hands.

My mother’s hands are smaller than mine.

Her engagement ring, her wedding ring–

they only fit on my pinky finger.

When she was here,

I never knew she could be so small.

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  1. August 5, 2012 at 15:29

    she was annoyed on her 21st birthday because I always got carded (3 years younger than her) and she didn’t. She was short too – 5’2″.

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