With These Hands
Her hands held me gently
To keep me safe from the storm
No, I never be afraid of the rain to fall
Her soft gentle hands cap me with her love.
With these hands I wore my wings
To fly away all the sorrow and pain
And gently touch to rub away the hurt
That simply melts away in the wind
Her soft little fingers moves slowly to my face
To dry my tears that fell a hundred times
Her hands were often to comfort the hurts
And yet didn’t always show
With these hands I feel love more than hope
And showed me the beauty of life
To sheltered me through the rains
With these hands I was live again.
By: Cheryl M. Aldea
December 24, 2013
With these hands Contest by nette onclaud
Visual 7
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