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Once

by  John G.Hall

Posted: Tuesday, July 6, 2004
Word Count: 61
Summary: cataracts ahead....




Once

she held my head
in one small hand,
loves phrenology
feeling for the soul,
a mother's fingers
reading my thinking,
brown eyes locked
into my baby blues,
until I slipped to sleep
and woke today as old
as she was then, years
falling from her onto me,
my blue eyes searching
for her looks amongst
the blindness in sight.



JGH(c)2004