Forever scripted itself in my hand
A scar made into something beautiful
Embroidering my future over lines present from birth
But Forever doesn’t last that long
When it comes to a life limited to the lines on my palm
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In my mind, I've always mixed up the word palm with psalm and thought of a palm reader also as a psalm reader. This poem is simple and sweet. I like it. Sue Ann Simar