hold my hand

Holding a hand

And a hand holding ours

Isn’t that what  we  wanted ?

Maybe not?

Yet we could not do it

We could not be saved

For us there can be no salvation

We were eaten up by trivialities

We had to run errands … there was no time for feelings

We had to pay  bills

& Our family got angry and upset

How could we be so impractical

 

 

 

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