Oct 28, 2011

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Cosmos
are the little hand
that used to sit
on my palm
carving a love song
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2 comments:

  1. BrianOctober 28, 2011 at 9:06 AM

    How tender and full of longing, Chico. A poem only a mother could write.

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  2. ChiOctober 28, 2011 at 11:04 AM

    Brian, I feel fortunate and honored that you share this sentimental poem with me. Thank you.

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