Little hands
Work day in day out
Paying for a home you’ll never own.
Little hands hold your mother
As she leaves this world, to the next.
You’re so beautiful, ninã
Little hands try to make ends meet
When all else fails
Stones unturned, chapters to be read
Dishes stainded with red dread.
Sing out my ninã
Little hands wash and scrub
Bearing witness to the pain of a child
Her little hands cold and frail
Just trying to pay for a home she’ll never own
About the Creator
Elijah Glenn
“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside of you” Maya Angelou
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