Moorings
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a skinned or bruised knee,
battered pride, when ball games lose…
bandages to soothe…
mother’s bag, filled to the brim
were words of understanding
~
way around the bend
fast curve balls came unending…
a soft place to land
a gentle hand for mending…
my bag of tricks holds ….loving
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Inspired by Linda Marie's contest "Bag of Tricks"
By Carrie Richards
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