the way your
small hand fits
in my gnarled and
battered old hand...
and feels like home!
your fleeting smile
a cup of water,
a tree giving shade
against the sun.
what you say
never speaking a word!
what you give...
without looking back!
Hello Erik, I liked yours 'Miracle ' without looking back! '.10... All the best, Tsira
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
small hand miracles a warm read 10+ Eric