Monday, January 21, 2013

Magpie Tales 152...Letting Go




Your palm was broad
Fingers strong
My hand was warm
Within your grasp

Joined by our touch
We held tight
Through troubled times
And bright sunshine

Your palm was broad
Fingers strong
My hand is cold
Without your grasp



Prompt from Magpie Tales this week.  Alan had great, manly hands.  I miss the feel of them.
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13 comments:

  1. SiennaJanuary 21, 2013 at 12:13 PM

    longing for touch, nicely done

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  2. BerowneJanuary 21, 2013 at 12:51 PM

    Beautifully expressed, poignant at the end.

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  3. Susan AndersonJanuary 21, 2013 at 1:07 PM

    We all need that special hand to hold...

    =)

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  4. Robbie GreyJanuary 21, 2013 at 2:19 PM

    Awww. There must've been some dust in the air when I read this. Got a little misty.

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    1. terleeJanuary 21, 2013 at 5:39 PM

      Silly man.

      I haven't thought much about holding hands of late. This photo reminded me.

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  5. the best part of my day...January 21, 2013 at 5:23 PM

    Nothing beats holding the right person's hand. Nothing. Cheers for the nice feeling this evokes...

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    1. terleeJanuary 21, 2013 at 5:46 PM

      Thanks...and you're welcome.

      As innocent and unassuming as the gesture is, there's just nothing quite so powerful as two hands held together.

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  6. HelenJanuary 21, 2013 at 6:52 PM

    This is sweet .. and nicely composed.

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  7. Carrie Van HornJanuary 25, 2013 at 2:52 PM

    So much sadness at the end, but so beautifully spoken!! :-)

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  8. AnonymousJanuary 26, 2013 at 10:03 PM

    hand is cold? poor circulation?

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