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The Length Of My Arms - Carrie Newcomer
I've always had long arms and my sleeves never fit
And my mother would worry about my dangling wrists and
I never grew to tall but it did me no harm
To never grow into the length of my arms
What I have embraced what I've carried for years
Like a bucket of self doubt like a basket of fears
But we finally cherish what we got from the start
Like the length of our own arms and the shape of our hearts
I dreamt I was flying and I dreamt of my mother
She was walking in paradise with one saint or another
And I looked out at my own arms they felt so strong
And really quite lovely though ridiculously long
