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