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Her Hands

I lost myself inside my head
The sign posts were misleading.
A beacon blinded me from outside,
Beckoning me to leave my sanctuary.
Her hands soothed my parched skin
And offered nourishment
To my emaciated soul,
Dried the fluids of my misery
And made me compliment myself.
Her hands, dually rough and soft...

They were the best comfort she could offer.

Author notes

To my real life mommy, Connie, whom many know as Amythest Moonjade.

A contest entry

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  • BellaD
    July 23, 2008

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    This poem captures a tender moment in a beautiful way- the loving comfort from a mother with "hands, dually rough and soft" Very nicely done. Thank you for your entry.


  • ennovy silver member
    July 16, 2008
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    Excellent piece you have penned....I love it and the mystery of emotions within....novy (Mum)


  • Wayne Leon Learmond
    July 16, 2008

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    Deep piece of writing here. I am sure your Mother would have loved this. Written from the heart. Well done and good luck in the contest.

    Darkness Reigns
    Wayne Leon


    • Tamaska Forsaken
      July 16, 2008
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      My thanks for the comment... I'm not sure she's read this yet. I'll have to fix that. And thanks for wishing me luck!

      Tamaska