Lauren M. Hancock poetry and prose
A corner of my world where I feel most at home
I am struggling to rise to my little hooves, I am failing to grasp hold of balance, I am calling, calling, for this ability to visit me, the skill to be mobile, to be free. For so long, I’ve been unable to properly walk and stride, how problematic for a soul for whom the [...]
There was that special moment, when you first reached for and clasped my hand. Do you remember, darling, as we sat outside on my back porch, in those “King and Queen” deck chairs? You hesitantly, tentatively asked me if this was okay, I smiled and beamed inwardly to myself – of course it was fine! [...]
