Terence George Craddock (afterglows echoes of starlight)
* Soft Hands Yet Sure - Poem by Terence George Craddock (afterglows echoes of starlight)
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 bandade
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.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Topic(s) of this poem: lifestyle
Poet's Notes about The Poem
Clemency a classics student, at Canterbury University in Christchurch New Zealand, wiped me out with a squash racket, during a game on a university court.
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