My Father’s Hand

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Angela Alaimo O’Donnell

My Father’s Hand

 

      When I hear my name—Alaimo—I see
      my father’s left hand. The one that wore
      on its fourth finger his gold wedding band.
      It was not the hand that hit us. That hand
      was the right. It was not the hand that held
      my mother’s . . .
      . . . . . . .
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