Circle
A circle circles roundabout and finds a way to neatly close without a pause or any doubt. You’re smiling, Mother, I suppose for now it’s mine to hold the hand to soothe the ego, slightly bruised, to wipe away the tear drops and repeat the phrases often used … “My little one, ignore the pain, tomorrow brings another dawn. No roses grow without the rain. Until the fear and pain are gone I’ll hold you close, encircle you as circles must, as parents do." ~Dean Neighbors~ |
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