They are strong and manly
They are skilled and agile
And at their touch
The skin rises
Like burning by fire
And yet caressed by
The touch of a feather...
Their touch is firm
And yet so tender
One can travel from heaven
To hell in a second
And then back to earth...
Ah! Your hands are creative
Hard workers...builders...lovers
Your hands are two of a kind.
Breaking Water
Motherhood is like that winter storm When everything comes to a halt And no one knows what to expect And things are done, when they are don...
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Today I stop by this little park in my son old school. Long time ago, in this same place, I asked him and his classmates what did they wan... -
I am done with the drama people that run around the world pretending to be who they are not... I am done with the emotional needy... eve...
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She was a " social butterfly" They say... Her days went by Flying from flower to flower Tasting the nectar of life While adorning...
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