hands to heart
pain wracked. moving on.
searing. never ending.
I close my eyes and push on.
seeing your face and asking
for some release from this anon,
and then the pain was fading.
a mother's gentle touch and it was gone
and replaced by a love unfading.
a hand held over heart so pained
a smile so soft, health regained.
the touch of the Lady, so dear,
making life so abundantly clear
accepting Her into my life.
holding. accepting. abandoning greiff.
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