* Soft Hands Yet Sure Poem by Terence George Craddock

With moist wet clothe Clemency
washed away rich red blood.
From fresh cut above eyelid
as he stood silently passively.

Mother instinct administered maturely
as quiet time passed by tenderly.
Chance wound sealed with band-aid
which stretches to cover quivering normality.

Minor wounds are easily dressed
moments of tenderness are remembered best.
Wounds upon flesh etched
are easily put to first aid rest.


Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)
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