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My Mother’s Hands

  I see my mother’s hands before my eyes The first caress that I had ever known, And with a thrill of wonder realise The hands I see before me are my own. * Where did the decades go, I … Continue reading

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Growth #midnighthaiku

Bare and twisted limbs Beaten by wind and weather Tell their own story Accustomed to ease Pampered petals fall from grace Beneath stormy skies Nature when nurtured Permitted to be itself Grows into beauty

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