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Mom's Right Palm

No more cheap phone calls
The speaking language has come to its end
No sense of talk is being heard
An ocular vision is taking its place
I smile to her, she is giving it back
The mighty touch dominates over all
I'm holding her left palm
Petting 94 year old skin
She loves it in a gentle smile
But her right hand is crying
Begging to be picked up
And so left.

August 14, 2014