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When you waved with your hand curled
I remembered the first time You held my hand. Exhausted, hurting from giving birth I lay with you on my chest and you curled Your hand against my heart. I gently put my finger in your clasp And you held me forever.
Sue Clayton
23/3/2022 11:30:21 pm
That first hand hold drives away all the pain.
Doug
24/3/2022 12:44:59 am
Nicely done Jennifer
Padmini
24/3/2022 07:04:43 am
This is the only unconditional love that we can expect. Moving poem.
Sandra James
24/3/2022 08:48:13 am
Oh, wow, that is beautiful, Jennifer! So well put, it says it all 💛
Dee Lorraine
25/3/2022 04:37:15 am
I agree, Sandra. A wonderful work, Jennifer.
Sarah Samson
25/3/2022 06:01:37 am
Lovely!
Candace Arthuria Williams
26/3/2022 03:57:23 pm
You should have saved this one for Mother's Day, Jennifer. Kudos and tears. Comments are closed.
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PoetryThis is the section where fiction prose becomes something else. We still expect the poems to be short, though – sonnets, perhaps, or around that length at the very most. Please feel free to comment (nicely!) on any poems – writers appreciate it.
Just at the moment, though, we're moderating some of them so there might be a slight delat before they appear. 
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