sometimes poems come to you
like clouds come to the sky
like death comes to life
like the moment we met
i will never forget
your hands
unusual,
but lovely
and strong
your tone of voice
loud,
yet gentle

you are so strong
you could lift mountains
turn them upside down so that we all see anew
you could pluck clouds from the sky
and hand them out
to individuals dealing with the same things as you
there are no limits
besides the ones you place upon yourself
and you placed so many
you are capable of the world
and more