Your Hand / Delphine Gauthier-Georgakopoulos

softly resting on my knee as we wait in a white room oozing antiseptic / caressing my swollen belly / white as I crush it delivering our children / restless, until I hold it still and you quit the job you hate / warm on my cheek as you ask ‘what do you want to do?’ and I quit the job I hate / reaching out to comfort me / on my back as we leave the hospital; me zoned out, scared shitless, unable to walk or think straight / holding mine, our fingers intertwined, through laughter and tears, through joy, fear, pain, life, death. Through love.

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DELPHINE GAUTHIER-GEORGAKOPOULOS is a Pushcart nominee Breton writer, teacher, mother, nature and music lover, foodie, dreamer. She loves butter, needs coffee, hates easy opening packaging, and likes to create stories in her head. She lives in Athens, Greece. X/BS/Facebook: @DelGeo14.

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