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No Other Place

A gentle wind combs the long tresses 
of peppercorn trees and brings
a sense of ease, the soft stroking
of a morning to slowly awaken
drowsy souls from sleep.

I enter the space and take in
the quiet, feel a comfort in being
here, sink into a silky, way off drift 
as that which lulled the mind
when, as a child, my grandmother's 
fingers massaged my head
and at that moment
there was no other place
I wanted to be.

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Deb M

Date: 3/19/2023 9:59:00 AM

Aww such a heartfelt lovely poem Paul….Debx

Paul Willason
Date: 3/19/2023 2:09:00 PM

Thankyou Deb for your comments. Pleased that it spoke to you. Always nice to hear that a poem echoes. Regards

Daniel Turner

Date: 3/14/2023 5:41:00 PM

Very emotive, Paul. Grandmothers are like that:) I loved spending 3 weeks every year of my summer vacation with my grandmother when I was young.

Paul Willason
Date: 3/15/2023 1:48:00 PM

Often Grandmothers carry the best memories, yours obviously are treasured. Thankyou Daniel for commenting, always an encouraging word and appreciated.