little hands

little hands

little hands
relentless to discover
all -- about
whichever they touch

small just learning
hands
an eye at tip of
each one

seeing with feel

curiosity eager!
-- watchful -- eagerly
for
what comes next

with grief and joy
they shall be acquainted
holding the pin
upon which angels dance

life's calluses/lacerations
and burns
soothed with salves
from apothecaries dusty shelves

they shall know
life
in a
touch.

vcp

11 November 2015







Poetry by Victor
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Written on 2015-11-12 at 04:17

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
I really like this. Touch is the first thing we know and something we seem to lose so much when we get older.
2015-11-16