With grace you tenderly caught my tears,
let them trickle across your palm.
With pride you held the strength
of the world in the other hand.
And with each moment, through the years,
we nurtured each other like psalm.
Held tight insuring we could go the length,
forever, to be one we stand.
Yet quietly, slipping silently through mirrors,
the days soothed like aching balm.
Slipping past, beyond, out of arm's length,
like a shell buried deep within the sand.
Til one day at last, had to face all fears,
letting my soul come to rest, be calm.
For lost from all my being it's strength,
when left to live my days upon this arid land.
Through grace I tenderly caught your tears,
let them trickle across my palm.
With pride I held your strength
for the world in my other hand.
Petrina Lesko
October 2011
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