Some of the deepest burdens are so well hidden. I will never forget one moment in my deepest despair, my life a cloudy maze- yet keeping appearances at work, I was standing next to a dear lady at a desk. I looked at her hand, and I just thought if I could put my hand on her hand life would come back to me.
I somehow kept my composure, stayed polite, drowned my need in pain.
One step at a time, the sun peeks through.
Beautiful poem, hold hands.
Mary Angela Nangini's poems celebrate the richness of life and love. From the city to cottage-country and the roads in between, Nangini explores the changing seasons of her varied region. (This book will soon be reprinted in hard cover.)
Mary Angela Nangini's poems celebrate the richness of life and love. From the city to cottage-country and the roads in between, Nangini explores the changing seasons of her varied region. (This book will soon be reprinted in hard cover.)
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Peace,
Dayvid
GOD BLESS YOU
TONY
I somehow kept my composure, stayed polite, drowned my need in pain.
One step at a time, the sun peeks through.
Beautiful poem, hold hands.
John