hands,
open and waiting
for children,
for smiles and joy.
weathered with brickwork,
too many scars.
but it's all behind, now.
the only problem is,
we love them too much.
so we can't pick up the knife.
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Written June 12th, 2005
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Powerful. Gave me chills, but in a good way. Brava!!
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