I Never Touched My Mother's Hand Poem by Patti Masterman
I Never Touched My Mother's Hand
I never touched my mother's hand
When she was cold and dead-
Yet knowing it the coldest thing
On earth, filled me with dread.
I never looked my fathers eyes
Where, on his deathbed lay-
And yet, they said his smile was such
To light the end of day.
I'll never see my cold remains;
I will not feel the fear-
Yet there are others, still with eyes-
The sight of it would sear.
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5/11/2024 5:23:39 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Beautiful but sad - great poem.