A Touch on the Shoulder

Elizabeth Grant

One gentle tear rolls and falls.

Here a warm soft hand lingers.

A smile glows with serene love.

And all that hurts

All evil that malingers

Every stabbing ache

Begins to fade like

So many ghostly, fearful dreams,

To disintegrate

In the hands of fate.

Memory's opaque shadows

Remain bound up in hope and love.

Swaddled against the barbs

Of life's careless embrace.

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