As I observe
The hand
That feeds,
Wants serve
The life I live
With verve,
Fashioned so
As fate did give,
To find contrive
Thru every curve
Meant stay alive,
Be worth invest
In destined strides,
Hence to survive
The waning signs
We visualize,
Protuberant veins
Neath thinning skin
Covers aging within,
Telling of life ephemeral
The while bemoaning
Mind means decline,
This hand will feed me still!
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A hand worth holding. 🙂
Nice touch… Paulette! I just love the play on words, and the company of they who handle it so well. Thank you for that. Jean-Jacques
I had to come back to let you know your two, very beautifully done, books arrived. The design is magnificent (note to Marianne) – it fits so well with your wonderful poetry. I’m deeply humbled by your talent and gift. Thank you so much! Your friend, Paulette
Hi Paulette, how very nice of the to say. Marianne and I thank you for your most generous and welcome comments. It’s the kind of encouragement that spurs us on to work towards the completion of the second edition of the second and third of the original three books. Thanks again, mille grazie!
Just got back, and for your kind and generous words I thank you ever so much. I’m so pleased that you found the books to your liking. THank you my dear friend! Jean-Jacques
I had to come back to you, after having had a chance to re-read in a more relaxed state, from la bella Roma, messages that called for a more worthy response, i.e. yours to “The Hand”. Thus your very poetic comment in those four simple but succinct truly thoughtful words stayed with me, such that I had to let you know I find myself fortunate to have been befriended by the very special lady that you are. Thank you again Paulette!
I assure you, it’s mutual. Hugs to you and Marianne.
You play with words so beautifully…
Thank you for the wonderful way you express your reaction. How very nicely said. Jean-Jacques Fournier