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Oct 2021

It was you
who put away
my childhood 'walker'
and taught me how to walk,
fall ,
and walk again on my own...
It was you
who swirled around
like a ballerina
in  my school auditorium
when I played  a ballet dancer...
It was you
who lovingly
massaged my aching feet
after my mountain trek...
you could walk
only a few steps
holding my hand,
there used to be so much joy
on your wrinkled face
as if all the paths of the world
were bowing down before you.

All I have is a quilt
made by you for me,
and though it is very old,
I still seek through it
your warm touch.

© Portia Burton
Portia Burton
Written by
Portia Burton  30/F/London
   Thomas W Case
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