People and events have triggered my emotions which expressed themselves in poetic form, not in any regular formal tradition more as an expression of ideas or feelings. The pattern of the poems came from the sound of the words in my mind not from any formal poetic arrangement. Ged

Monday, 10 October 2011

Caressing Feet

Sometimes the simple things in life say so much about someone.  Caressing aching feet reaches the heart in a way words can't, and says so much more.


I watch you pool the cream
In the palm of your hand,
Not spilling a drop of that too precious love.
That movement massaging and
Gently spreading the love
From your heart and your soul.

Your gentle fingers stroking,
Moving so softly,
So smoothly,
Holding your breath of love
In your hands

And I wonder, are you remembering
Each and every gentle
Moment of care and caress,
Each motherly act which
Breathed, “I love you my precious”?
Feb 2011
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