A Joyous Memory
When my son was small,
I would place my hands over him
and he would doze off without fear
One day he placed his hands over me.
Tiny, tender hands on my back
soft like a flower
gave much joy.
That moment is etched in my memory
Still gives joy every time I remember it
Most happiest moments of life are small
but give joy endlessly
Collect many such happy memories
Recollect them as often as possible
19.09.2021
For
Regina McIntosh
A Lovely Memory
Copyright © Rama Balasubramanian | Year Posted 2021
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