Stone Hands Reaching

from blog Steven Scrawls, | ↗ original
Stone Hands Reaching I’m told the statue is right in front of me, so I reach out and find myself touching a stone forearm. It’s cold, of course, and it’s coarser than skin, but tracing along the arms is enough to bring back memories of being comforted, of being held, when I was a kid. They say it’s a good likeness, like I’d care. It can’t be that...