June 14, 2012
By sissykat PLATINUM, Royal Oak, Michigan
sissykat PLATINUM, Royal Oak, Michigan
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Take this hand,
Let your soul fly free.
When you were in a cloudy darkness;
These hands of Grace
Embraced you.
These hands welcomed
You home.
At a home where a
Great pow – wow was awaiting.
A home with no suffering,
No tears,
And no fears.
Though you had to leave us here,
You know we will be together
Once again.
‘Cause these hands gives us all
Our own wings;
Just like yours.
Mom, yours are the prettiest ever.
I don’t know how long it will
Take to be okay again.
But I know that
There are hands that will
Guide you
Back home.

The author's comments:
I had written this poem for my mother who died when I was 16. RIP mom 11-22-09

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