If I could be made of anything,
I would not choose
gold or silver,
diamonds or chrome,
nor granett or steel.
For no one desires to fill every waking moment with such hard material.
Yet I would not desire
to be of feathers,
for those are delicate and hidden away until a truly gentle moment arrives.
I would desire to be made of something common,
while still strong enough to stand on it’s own,
and gentle enough to kiss the face of a child.
I wish to be made of the only material that holds something strong enough to wear on past the date it expires.
I wish to be made of something so unique that it could never be remade the same.
I wish to be made of the only material known to man which can hold the world in balance for another human being.
I wish to be made of flesh.