A Touch Eternal
A Touch Eternal
From birth, your eyes talked.
You held my hand on day one.
Death came at nineteen.
Softly your last day,
you touched my back like velvet,
flew into heaven.
8/16/17
Copyright © Janis Thompson | Year Posted 2017
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