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Click hereA tiny hand between my two,
Cold from the
Drip
Drip
Drip of killing juice.
My warmth goes out,
Replaced with strength,
That overflows.
Through eyes,
Deeper than an ocean trench,
Fuller than the snowy sky.
My little teacher.
Sleep.
Very elegant. The minimalist style works well here.
most effective in presentation...sorry I missed this when first posted...
Your caring and sensitivity come shining through..Thankyou Carrie
In submitting my comment regarding your fine poem, I neglected to adjust the rating. I meant to give it the 100 it so richly deserved. Mea culpa!
and telling. We all need this kind of compassion and understanding. Thank you, Carrie, both for the poem and the comfort your hands give that small one.