Alison Cassidy

Rookie (6th August,1945 / Melbourne, Australia)

Poems of Alison Cassidy

261. To Michael Connor with Love 3/15/2007
262. Togetherness 4/29/2007
263. Tonsillectomy Circa 1950 2/16/2007
264. Transformation 3/26/2007
265. Tsipie Sleeps Here 4/19/2007
266. Twelve Months On 6/14/2009
267. Two Sides of an Unresolved Argument 9/10/2006
268. Uncle Malcolm 1/10/2007
269. Uncle Tissie's Secret 2/17/2008
270. Urban Charity 2/29/2008
271. Velvet Goddess 4/1/2007
272. VIP Customer 11/30/2007
273. What is Yoga Practice? 9/28/2007
274. White Ibis with Plastic Bag 10/18/2006
275. Wild Geese by Mary Oliver 5/22/2006
276. Winter Song 7/7/2006
277. With This Ring 12/8/2006
278. Words Words Words 6/3/2006
279. Writers' Block 5/25/2008
280. Yarra Days 12/30/2007

Your Hands

Your hands are always warm,
smooth and good to hold.
Still amazing beautiful too,
despite the scars and spots of age.

Your hands are broad and strong,
with Mount of Venus high
and nails (always manicured)
shaped like fine almonds.

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