Friday 21 September 2012

Invisible Threads

 
 
"Hi my pretty Mama", he says.
And slips his little hand into mine.
The same hand that bravely holds giant bugs,
and exuberantly picks his nose.
 
And I can't help but weep
Cause once upon a time,
mine was the little hand holding.
 
There are invisible threads attached to everything.

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