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Little Canvas on the Hands of My Parents

Updated on April 25, 2017

Little Canvas on the Hands of My Parents

Visible veins of hope and toil were evident

Running through this little canvas of my parents

A touch of love that never fades or end

Precious hands I’ll treasure until twilight bend

These little canvas were rough and soiled

Wrinkled and justly even crooked

Caress my heart, purify my soul

Bears this fragile love, so tender and soft

They were proud, little canvas of yours

Colored with faith from deep of every wound

A rhyming beat, my heart was almost broke

Mending with a kiss so sweet and bloom

I cherish every moment I had this little canvas

Holding me through and never giving up

You raised me with your compassion so tight

Grateful I am to be your child

© 2014 ran ran


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      ran ran 3 years ago from Philippines

      Thank you annart for your delight. I hope to share more poems rooted with truth and the like. Thank you so much.

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      Ann Carr 3 years ago from SW England

      This is so beautiful, it brought tears to my eyes. The love between parents and child comes over strongly with the protection and care they gave. What a lovely tribute to parents!

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