A tiny hand,
Grasping mine.
So delicate,
So frail and fine.
My lips move,
A promise made.
My whole past,
Away it fades.
The one thing,
I won’t mess up.
This weak grip,
The world it stops.
All I wasn’t,
Now I am.
My baby boy,
My darling Sam.
Darling Sam
Maria Sjöstrand 
A darling piece. Like touching a daisy to your cheek and closing your eyes. Loved it.
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This comment made me smile 😊 It might’ve been more poetic than the actual poem
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This is just awesome! I love it!
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Thank you 🙂
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…and I guess, that’s why he made mothers! So beautiful!
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This is like a warm bed after a warm bath and a soft embrace of the heart, there is so much delicate love and adoration. I absolutely love it.
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Thank you so much! This comment was like a warm hug! 😊
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A deserved one at that 🙂
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Simplistic, Short and charming….liked and retweeted.
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Thank you so much! 😀
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Now about this poem, i found very well crafted, metaphorically written,
i’ve been trying to write in a similar way, hiding the meaning…
i leave you with this
a quick flashing blink, shy baby like-wink an some soft wet kiss within your parted soul…
chris
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