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These Little Hands
When I was first waking after walking into the world~
It was your legs that were shaking; your heart that was hurdled,
From your childhood into motherhood,
And then back again~
Like you could forget that little hand
And the dark corridors you would sneak by afraid to make a sound
Down the winding staircase to the nursery
Where you must never be found.
And with the nurse fast asleep you'd open the door
And sit and rock the baby you couldn't love anymore.
And all your hopes and all your dreams
You laid like a treasure in my hand...
Just before you laid me down~
Your forsaken contraband.
And not a word was ever spoken
For nearly 30 years,
Till her father and her diagnosis were no longer her fears.
And she began searching for that little hand
To make peace with the soul that may question how it began...
And the cold wind that blew away the rain,
Is sure to blow this way again!
Keota SeQuin
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