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Sunday, March 07, 2010


To be touched on the forehead by your mother,

or to sleep with your child against your breast,

or to feel the little fingers of your grandson nestled in your own calloused hand.

This is,

to touch eternity.



Posted by Steven Fletcher at 12:46 PM
Categories: Poetry