The Place Where We Meet

Without others we would not be complete.
In the strong, gentle hands of a mother,
I find hope in the place where we meet.

Shared lives cement like concrete
Like the protective hug of a father.
Without others we would not be complete.

To connect can be quite a feat.
In the love-hate tiff with a brother,
I find hope in the place where we meet.

Sometimes the friction can turn into heat
Like the passionate embrace of a lover.
Without others we would not be complete.

You may find self-sufficient elite,
But the secure still need someone other.
I find hope in the place where we meet.

Even the stranger on the street -
Alliance starts with the smile of another.
Without others we would not be complete -
I find hope in the place where we meet.

*A Villanelle