
soft veins like rivers run across the top,
rutted roads from hard work grow
fingers always ready to offer help—
a squeeze in a child’s chubby palm
expressions rise from these hands
as hearing fades, only
gestures convey meaning
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http://dversepoets.com/2022/11/28/dverse-quadrille-165-warmly/
The way a touch can communicate… wonderful
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Thanks, I believe it
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Gestures and touch. It is a love language and I think we forget how that warmth can mean so much.
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Thanks for your comments!
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You’re very welcome. Cheers.
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How we rely on our adaptability. Thank your for this comforting poem of adaptation.
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Thanks for stopping by
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Beautiful sensory poem. A warm squeeze of a warm hand can mean the world.
P.S. Will you please check your link at Mr. Linky? It took me to the main post prompt instead of your poem. I had to come directly here to find your poem.
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Will do
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Just checked and it is working now 🙂
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Great. Thanks
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So beautiful and heartwarming
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Thank you
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You’re welcome
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