Ellen Devilliers

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I am a university lecturer living and working in France with my family and partner. Renewed contact with a long-lost-friend-now-turned-partner has enabled me to put some of my deepest feelings into words, for which I am tenderly grateful. I have no pretensions about them, they stand uniquely for myself and hopefully to be shared by others. Enjoy.)

The Best Poem Of Ellen Devilliers

My Father’s Hands.

'Hold on to my hands.'

My father’s gentle hands,
Worn by work, a craftsman’s hands
Tapering fingers, an artist’s hands
Were those I watched with fascination
Were those that held mine, a child’s hands,
Washed by them with such attention.

Those hands that in my last memories I held
And asked him for more time,
More time to hold on to them,
More time to hold on to him
Just a little more time.

Generous as ever, he stretches out his hands
To me, a woman now, no longer the child
Whose hands he washed so delicately
Yet still needing that final contact
Still needing to hold his hands
For just a little more time.

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