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Baby Clara will never touch the big hand of Laura, her mother
As she was born four months after her mother’s death.
Before she died, her friend accepted to act as surrogate mother
Laura and her hubby Tom dreaming to hear the baby’s breath.
To a surrogate mother Tara who was her mother’s best friend
It was like to keep one hand for self and second for this family,
And that big hand of Tara touched and held Clara’s small hand
*Keeping a part of Laura alive on this earth for me selfishly*
A reporter, for her future wrote an open letter after the baby’s birth,
“You’re barely a month old now, too young to read this letter
But one day someone will show you this letter to know forth
How confluence of helping hands brought her in the world, later”
Living with Tara’s family for a few days, Tom ready to act as dad,
Clara now playing with his hands and fingers in winter’s clad.
**This a true story that took place last month only
I have chosen the Visual #2
Dr. Ram Mehta
Fourth Place win
Contest: With These Hands by nette onclaud