With my baby's hand

GREENMAN42UK

With My Baby’s Hand

 

Your tiny hand
Brings a universe to a little finger.
Your quiet, small smile
Dismisses the abyss of my sorrow.

In warm eyes faith lies,
Bound to a truth that rhymes
Beyond the omnipotent yoke of time.

We are a surviving continuity,
Belonging and longing for touch.

Cruelty’s craft smiles with her power,
But Love’s kindness will kindle in the darkest place.

  • Author: GREENMAN42UK (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 9th, 2016 14:32
  • Comment from author about the poem: Some things transcend mundane experience.
  • Category: Children
  • Views: 39
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Comments1

  • BRIAN & ANGELA

    Thanks for sharing GM. We have some new babies this year ~ in our extended Family. To see them and to hold them ~ takes your nearer to Heaven than any other experience. Touch is our greatest sense ~ thanks for caring ~ BRIAN



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