When you need

I take your broken pieces
The ones still attached to
You with
Skin threads

The ones swept out
Into the
The yard by
Your hurricanes

The ones hiding in
Trees
Terrified by
The world and
Your brave rages at
It

I take your broken pieces
Blow the dust off them
Kiss them gently

Put them into my stomach
Carefully

Growing them back
Together
For when you heal
For

When you will need them
Again