Take care of me
What a large request for a small circumstance.
I can handle the bills the babies, the boss and
Whatever else the universe tosses at me,
but
I need you to take care of me.
I have ten thousand hands in ten million things
I can situate, talk, cook, contemplate, cuss and cradle
All at the same time
And place words together to rhyme insanity to reason
But I can’t hold me tight enough,
just right enough
For things to stop moving all at once.
I need you to wrap me in quiet and heat and to repeat
This nightly so that I may sleep and wake with fresh
Mind and renewed faith
Make me able to face what comes from heaven
And hell
Just to be held by you.
Take care of me.