Monday, July 4, 2011

Support

You touch my life
without sensation.
Only looking back
do I realize;
Your hand - Your work
The times you held my hand,
wiped tears from my eyes,
as I trudged headlong
on the road to nowhere.
I still feel your hand
providing support,
allowing freedom;
unspoken guidance.
Even when I am wrong.

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