Caring hands

Caring hands

“Caring hands, gentle, loving — the first touch on the touchdown to earth. The first cheeks to touch the young downy ones and the first arms to hold close. Tresses are getting longer, and then the comb comes biting a bit and clearing the clogs, but then I feel not the...
Tied up without ties!

Tied up without ties!

Tied up “I see the pain, and I wish I could lift it – a broken arm, a broken leg would heal. But a broken soul, how could I reach inside and touch that pain. “Make it go away Mummy” – a child would say, and a mother makes the pain go away, she kisses the ailment and...

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