Poem -

This Hand

This Hand

It feels so small and fragile
the fingers lithe and long.
Translucent skin like gossamer,
a hand once warm and strong.
A palm now lined with living
and joints that ache and creak.
This hand was always giving
me strength when I was weak.
It lies within my own now,
I cradle it with care,
this hand that used to guide me
here, there and everywhere.

Dedicated to my lovely mum
 

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Nigel Cresswell

Really lovely Lady L. 
Hope you have a great Xmas 
Nigel 

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lodigiana

Thanks so much my lovely! Have a wonderfully happy, peaceful and joyous  Christmas also . Lady L xx

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StevieC

Love this and know how much it means to you x

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Gerard McGowan

You have most certainly taken her gift, that gift of care, that love you share lodigiana will never disappear.

Merry Christmas.

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lodigiana

Such lovely words Gerard, thank you so much..and a joyful Christmas to you my friend. xx

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