Hands Full

By Morgan Creager
@aholyrenovation

My hands are full
Of rocks and leaves,
Sticks and dandelions.
"Hold this, Mommy."
Another item added
To her growing collection.

My hands are full.
My pockets are stuffed
With snacks and tissues,
The odd pair of sunglasses.
I barely have room
For my phone.

My days are full
Of laughter and discipline,
Joy and frustration
All mingled together.
The tangling of souls
In a delicate dance.

Spilling out of every
Container is the evidence
Of our life together,
My own heart a
Vessel that I pour
From into another.

It might sound wearying
For everything to be so full,
To hold someone's world.
Yes, my hands are full.
But so is my heart.
What more could I want?

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Guest poem written by Morgan Creager. Morgan has been writing for as long as she can remember. She cares about deep connection and authenticity and strives to see the beauty in everything, especially in the mundane. She contributes regularly to her local church's writing ministry through devotions and Bible studies, and has been featured on Revive Our Hearts and The Joyful Life. Her writing includes poetry, Biblical encouragement, and everyday aspects of life. You can most often find her coloring with her daughter or exploring the outdoors together. In her free time, she's hungrily pursuing creative outlets like crocheting, sewing, cooking, and coloring with her old Prismacolor markers from design school. You can find her on her personal blog, A Holy Renovation, and her Instagram.