Just thought I would post one of my poems. Gentle HandsMy Mother's hands were gentleAs they held me to her breastSo warm with love and caringSuch a wonderful place to rest. Hands gentle enough to hold a butterflyWhen we went out to play,But strong enough to weild the rodTo convince me in the yard to stay. Many long days have come and goneSince last I felt that touch,Gentle enough for a butterflySo warm and it meant so much.
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Just thought I would post one of my poems.
Gentle Hands
My Mother's hands were gentle
As they held me to her breast
So warm with love and caring
Such a wonderful place to rest.
Hands gentle enough to hold a butterfly
When we went out to play,
But strong enough to weild the rod
To convince me in the yard to stay.
Many long days have come and gone
Since last I felt that touch,
Gentle enough for a butterfly
So warm and it meant so much.
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