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Living yesterdays









She retains
those novel feelings
of caressing her daughter;


before poverty's darkness
devoured her infant.














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Prompt ~ Her hands are still warm

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  • Lavender Butterfly silver member
    September 24, 2008
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    Deeply compelling and profound... x


  • Aussie Gypsy gold member
    September 23, 2008

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    So true in today's society sadly, so many parents are mourning their children for this exact reason. Best to you in the contest


  • tomisb
    September 23, 2008

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    Sharp contrast, shakes the grief from out of the heart and demands that we acknowledge how connected we are as one in The Divine's hands. Stunning piece beautifully done.
    Peace & Light,
    Tom B.


    • Harrisham Minhas
      September 23, 2008
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      Thanks a lot for your wonderful comments.
      I am pleased that you enjoyed my poem.


  • poppa
    September 23, 2008
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    Sad tale of what too many face in this day and age... good luck in the contest

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