Anne Simpson Scott
1895- 1932
Friends, my friends,
I do remember.
On the night before leaving to France in 1917
George held my hand.
He held it firmly in his perspiring palm,
Held it and would not relinquish
His gallant grasp. I recall too,
He, taking his left loving index finger
And smoothly, affectionately, precisely,
Stroking my left accepting index finger
Like a soothing balm, like a...
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