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Hands

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Hands Soft, plump, smooth, and small, little Hands. Busy, touching, feeling, and moving, Inquisitive Hands Massaged, manicured, delicate, and weak, pretty Hands Large, strong, callused, and tough, working Hands Wringing, shaking, tapping, and distraught, nervous Hands. Wrinkled, aged, comforting, and kind, experienced Hands

The Rainbow

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The Rainbow As the rain subsides and colors fill the sky, I tell my darkness goodbye Once a silhouette in a world lost of color, now walking unwavering without umbrella cover. The wonderment of the future yet to unfold, warms my heart removing the cold. With each step, I begin to smile, knowing life is beautiful for a little while.

What If?

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What If? What if a new Virus came to town, having no vaccine around? What if it threatened all humankind, making essentials hard to find? What if people had to stay at home, not allowed to roam? What if children were out of school, with parents becoming the new teaching tool? What if families flourished, having a love for each other nourished? What if unselfishness and kindness for others grew, making love for all humanity new? What if all people joined in prayer, asking God for a cure and lives to spare? What if we thanked God in advance, showing true faith, not...

Life Is Brief

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Budding and growing in early Spring, shaping, then becoming colors of green. Rustling and holding tight, cooling, then shading in the sunlight. Changing and turning brown in the Fall, floating, then bouncing like a ball. Rolling and sailing in the wind, rising, then gliding once again. Twirling and dancing in the air, landing, then resting somewhere. Understanding and loving being a leaf, Accepting, then knowing life is brief. March 14, 2020 Lou ...

When He Visits

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When He Visits Writing then feeling, you touch my hair. Pausing and knowing, I have time to spare. Remembering then picturing, your dimples and smile. Wanting and praying, you can stay for a while. Touching then comforting, you bring me your love. Thanking and loving, God sent you from above. Lingering then leaving, to Heaven you, must go. Understanding and saying, I love you so. Smiling then typing, you have empowered me. Finishing then reading, a book our story will be. Lou March 4, 2020 ...