Richard L. Merila

(Ashland, Wisconsin, USA)

Richard L. Merila Poems

1. Our Faded Roses 1/2/2003
2. Kristin: My Wife 1/2/2003
3. My Mother's Hands 1/2/2003
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My Mother's Hands

My Mother's hands, oh, the memories of them bring a sadness to my soul!
Aged, wrinkled and worn, My Mother's hands; oh, the memories, how I love them so
The coolness of my Mother's hands upon my fevered brow...
My Mother's hands, where are they now?
A time to be remembered; a time to be forgotten;
The memories as my mother's hands held me, broken.
A time to cherish, a time to adore.
The memories of my Mother's hands when I came back from war.
Injured from service in faraway lands,
I was soothed with the touch of my Mother's hands.
I know My Mother's ...

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