A Hand around My Finger

A hand around my finger

Squeezes to hold on,

The light that fills your being

Has been there just so long.

The air you breathe in and out

So much faster than mine,

Your eventful life

Is already a lifetime.

Your bruised little body

Engaged in constant fight,

With the genetic injustice

That was your birthright.

If we can rise above

This thing our eyes see:

A fragile infant

Fighting mortality,

Then you can rise beyond

Your preset destiny;

Each battle that you win

Closer to being free.

The finger grasp is gone

And you fade back into dreams,

Where two legs carry you-

No scars and no iv’s.

I carry on my way-

Patients, problems, plans;

But the image still persists

Of my finger and your hand.