So many memories,
fall like enchanted rain,
of another time, another place…
When you held my hand, and hugged me,
cupped my little face, in your palms…
and now as I stare at the clear skies,
waiting with the deep blue ocean,
as the wind blows by,
I hug you in my heart…
hoping, my hand will reach your soul
poetry and image copyright neha 2015
Sacred Touches 
What a beautiful tribute to a lost loved one. Thank you for sharing.
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You’re welcome. I’m glad you enjoyed it. 🙂 ❤
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This was a great poem. I like Neha’s line about hoping her hand will reach the missing or passed on loved One’s soul.
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Oh good, I’m so glad you enjoyed her poem. She writes some very nice stuff. Love and hugs, dear friend. 🙂 ❤
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