Children hold each other
\nsometimes in ways we forget.
\nWorld over, children are a universal city.
\nLove is a very natural thing to them,
\nand they show it by holding hands.
\nBy being themselves
\nand saying to each other
\nwe\u2019re connected.
\nI walked with my twin brother
\nlike that once.
\nI held my girl\u2019s hand like that.
\nThere was this warm place between us.
\nWe belonged together.<\/p>\n
Whatever holds the world together,
\nit\u2019s in our fingers, our palms,
\nand we were talking there,
\nwithout words.
\nLike those real quiet mornings
\nwhen the streets are a layered cake,
\nsilver and light,
\nwith a blue frosting on the top.<\/p>\n
When the berries of a pie kiss each other,
\neach belonging to the other
\nand you feel them on your fork
\nas they land on your tongue,
\nand you\u2019re not ashamed to think,
\nthis is the best way
\nI ever ate a pie,
\nor been with you.
\nKissing with our fingers,
\nthe juice of life between us
\nbeautiful and sweet.
\nYou never forget something like that
\nno matter how often you taste it.
\nLike opening a window
\nand feeling the morning come in.
\nSavannah,
\nall sweet and good,
\nand loving someone
\nby holding hands and never letting go.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Children hold each other sometimes in ways we forget. World over, children are a universal city. Love is a very natural thing to them, and…<\/p>\n