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.

15 comments:

  1. longing for touch, nicely done

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  2. Beautifully expressed, poignant at the end.

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  3. We all need that special hand to hold...

    =)

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

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    1. Silly man.

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

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

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    1. 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. This is sweet .. and nicely composed.

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

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  8. hand is cold? poor circulation?

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