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Nov 2017
Holding your hand as tight as could be
skin to skin care-
aid my racing heart and your uncertainty,

holding yours when mine seems to be as small as a seed,
yesterday taught me how one step is all it takes,
expanding ones mind is all one needs-

holding yours when mine seems to be as small as a seed,
at this moment and many to come
has me looking through your eyes and many more than I could hope to seize,
leading me to educate myself on the spirit that lives on in other shoes.

Holding yours when mine seems to be as small as a seed,
today when yours seemed to be a withering tree-
from the worlds many vast secrets.

Holding yours when mine seems to be as small as a seed,
tomorrow it taught me how to lift my head high-
seeking sight is silly when it’s in the palm of your hand.

Holding yours when mine seems to be as small as a seed,
next fall it can only grow into  blossoming flower,
the colors you believed it to be-

holding yours when mine seems to be as small as a seed,
growth continues with you in my heart, mind and soul,
no fatigue was gained in the labor endured.

Holding yours when mine once seemed to be as small as a seed,
from the touch of many souls-
linking one to many.

Holding your hand as tight as could be-
aid your racing heart and my uncertainty.
11.6.2017 - Biggie
Written by
Ashley Jack  Chicago
(Chicago)   
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