The closest thing to the moon
is your embrace
that lifts my feet
from tired walk
and carries me a mile or two
yet, once, when you were weighted down,
I tried to drag you by the hand
and it was not enough,
I had to haul you
although my back was bent already.
Author notes
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In a list
- Honorable Mention • next in list
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A contest entry
- 30 min quickie by Blooming Poet.
575 points, ended June 11, 2008, 9 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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I know this poem. 
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i am slight , not very big..i never try and lift anyone up.. to humiliating xx well done carol
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Very creative poem here.
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ty, I write my truth, typically.....this speaks toone who did not make it and I almost never either. ty for the HM.
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The sharing of a burden with an embrace whether light or forceful is still a beautiful thing mom! Well done as always! Your words always make me think and for that I am grateful! Love ya so much!
Frogz!
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You are so sweet....truly.... so true....we carry our own and others when we are called to...no matter the weight.
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Very nice, Carol... a sharing of burdens both physical and of the heart... Well done and best of luck.
Ken
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ty, so much, Kay for your kind words.
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