Daily Journey Journal #74: hand gestures

Little hand in mine. Hot, sticky fingers grasping my own.

A need for reassurance. An act of trust, as the fever warms his brow.

His eyes show the toll of the coming sickness.

They are tired, looking for comfort from the fear of illness.

 

Little hand in mine, seeking comfort, seeking safety.

Hot, sticky fingers grasping my own.

His eyes ask for reassurance that everything will be ok.

His little hand buried in my hand.

 

Little hand in mine. A reminder that I am more.

More than an English speaker.

More than a teacher.

More than who I think I am.

 

The boundaries of identities are blurred by the small gestures.

Gestures that call me out of my language.

Gestures that call me out of my primary role.

Gestures that say more than words can.

 

Little hand in mine.

Crossing barriers of language to ask, will I be ok?

Little hand in mine.

Letting me promise, everything will be ok.

 

 

 

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