"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Monday, January 24, 2011

Hand

Small hand
Reaching
For security

Large hand
Enclosing small
To protect

Years pass
Small hand
Is grown

It now holds an
Elderly hand
Until it must let go


©Susie Clevenger 2011

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