Again
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| Each of the 85 roses had a little card tied to it with a ribbon and a special memory written on it. She saved all the cards. |
I touched your handwriting today
the closest I will ever get to you
on this earth
again
tracing each letter
where your hand had been
my fingers wet with tears
between the lines
crossing ‘t’s and dotting ‘i’s
yes, you were here
I didn’t know then
that I would never know now
your presence
again
I wish I had
your hand
again
Patricia Spreng
One Stop Poetry for One Shot Wednesday … come and see the wonderful words of poets.
