That Leaf In The Palm Of My Hand Poem by Vera Sidhwa

That Leaf In The Palm Of My Hand



That Leaf in the Palm of My Hand

That leaf in the palm of my hand,
Look up and all around.
It was a new new born baby you know.
I held it like it was precious
And I washed it like it was so.
It's precious feel and it's color
Was indeed I had ever known.

Monday, May 8, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: leaf
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