With my baby's hand

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.



    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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