Nails

Painted nails

Old face
New ring
Smile on her lips
Let the journey begin

Eyes shut
Others wide
Take in the world
As past her it glides

Hands clasped
Nails pink
On them the wrinkles
Of what makes her tick.


Blood Red

Red fingernails of my mum
I remember them clasped around me

Tightly hugging
so nothing bad could get in

Now my fingernails are painted
Red
The blood that beats through her
beats through me

I can clasp my hands around
someone else
But sometimes the bad stuff
still gets in.