Ruth and Naomi

it takes me

my arms daring to surround you in the comfort of a hand sewn quilt

patched together with culture, stories, memories, love

it takes you

taking hold, not running; letting the tears fall down your face

the water droplets telling stories words can’t capture 

it takes Us

held tightly together while the winds of a tornado whip around us

sand, wind, dirt whipping in our eyes only pulls us closer together

risking to hold on; demanding to be together

it takes holding fear

acknowledging the pain, the scare, the anger that is all to present

let me be your Ruth

let me beg to stay by your side, Naomi

it takes me

it takes you

but nothing will ever separate us