there is no other hand to hold like his
so warm so strong so good
holding together under fear
wishing that they could
keep each moment make it last
only the good seems to go too fast
the safest place without a qualm
hearts together palm to palm
Monday, September 29, 2008
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- karen lyons kalmenson
- I am a proud senior, forever hippie, who has incorporated the peace and love vibe into the technosphere of the 21st century. Gratitude and love of all beings is what I live for and how I live. My husband and I are guardians of pteribird in heaven and magic Mikey a special needs senior parrot, whose intelligence and love is beautiful and humbling. Blessings
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