Hands Poem by Pauline Fayne
Hands
Autumn chill
blues my daughter's gloveless hands
and she grips mine in both of hers
leading us in a clumsy walk
along a leaf pattterned path
cold hands, warm heart.
Once, in winters height
my thin fingers sought solace
from mother's work- hard palms
as we stumbled silently
through city dtreets
warm hands, cold heart.
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
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5/6/2024 2:48:37 AM # 1.0.0.1119
refreshing write.. calming hands, warming a heart.. I can feel the love between you and your daughter the attachment is vividly pictured-out in your cute and calm poem Very nice to read...