In recognition of Poetry Month, and to celebrate our treasure trove of Orcas Island poets, Orcas Issues is pleased and honored to offer daily poetry during April.

HER SMALL, PERFECT HAND IN MINE
— by Ed Wilson —

As we make our way together
down a flight of old stone steps,
my young daughter speaks softly.

I don’t mind, Baba,
that you and Mama are older
than other parents,
but sometimes I wish
you were younger.

Why is that? I ask,
and she answers,
So you could be
my Mama and Baba
longer.

No more words are needed
as we walk on together,
her small, perfect hand in mine.

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