Loving Hands Poem by Phil Soar

Loving Hands



The hands that rocked the cradle
No longer stroke my brow
those hands that touched the soul of me
No longer near me now
The fingers grasping hold of me
No longer in my reach
The feeling of their closeness
the love that dwelt in each
I wish for just one holding on
As we walked down the street
The Hands that rocked my cradle
are no longer in my reach

Sunday, March 22, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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