Grasp

With tears

Forming in her eyes

She reaches

But never felt the love

Just at the fingertips

But never being able to grasp

Her mother’s hand

Always at a distance

They were always separate

Never having the bond they wanted

Just at the edge

Not yet there

They try together

To have the love they once shared

But something separates them

And never loosens the hold

Older as they grow

Farther they are apart

Desperately trying to get to each other

But just out of the grasp

Just out of the hold of love and peace

They stand outside

The touch of fingertips


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