I take your slender fingers into my palm
and with my thumb, I trace circles
on the tender part of your hand.
It’s a rhythmic ritual
meant to soothe
and chase your demons away.
A Mother’s Love
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I take your slender fingers into my palm
and with my thumb, I trace circles
on the tender part of your hand.
It’s a rhythmic ritual
meant to soothe
and chase your demons away.
The Way I See It 
You take the essence of motherhood and crystalize it into a small but powerful action. LOVE this poem!
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Totally agree with Beth! This reminds me of those Kissing Hand days.
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Beautifully expressed and so tender.
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