I braided a basket of my fingers,
in case I was required to catch
you
if you fell from any sort of height
or perhaps needed a boost
to reach a shelf
or a step
on a ladder I could hold
once I’d unwoven these hands
to grip the rungs better
if you eventually decide
to climb.
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Carol J Forrester 
I like the description of braiding a basket with one’s fingers.
I love the thought of braiding a basket of fingers to catch someone and then unweaving them to hold a ladder. The things we’d do to protect those we love.
The thought of waiting for someone who has not realized he cannot fall deeper and will need your helping hand is so common… I hope (s)he sees it soon
waiting watchfully on the side lines – a lovely construct of caring
The things we do to protect those we care about…
Sounds like a parent who is preparing for any emergency. Hoping the fingers are what and where they need to be should the occasion arise.
Oh, I felt uneasy about those hands. They’re almost paralysed in their entanglement. I had to read this a couple of times to work out what it made me feel.
The waiting is infinite. After the children leave the nest, grandchildren arrive, and the dance begins again.
Rather uplifting! I like the image of fingers braided into a basket.
The first three lines are fantastic!
I find comfort in knowing someone would be there ready to catch.
Waiting for someone to climb can soon change to being walked upon… but all that we are willing to do for those we love.
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This whole poem spoke to me. I especially like the beginning.
I braided a basket of my fingers,
in case I was required to catch
you
This shows a willingness to stand by another through any circumstance. Well done.