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Resting in my lap

limp and cold

sometimes quickly stroking the hair

of a little baby girl

who saw so much

and smiles

with a wisdom

that fades

as they grow



These are my hands

helpless to restore

yet restless



These hands

carried the suitcase

of a small boy

and passed on the care

to yet another

Then

waved goodbye

again

to another broken

child



These hands

removed the rings of Promise

and left them in a box

for Later



I found that

Forever

must be the biggest

Lie

I have ever spoken.....



Hands down.