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I’ve held many a thing in my hands through the years. My first mud pie. The earthworms I made homes for as s child. The sand that slipped through my fingers making sand castles. The papers I carried and delivered to my neighbors each morning. The pages I turned in a book. Every test I ever took. Each boyfriend I had until I met you. But the most precious to me is the hands of each of my children once they were old enough to inspect me. It’s only fare as I inspected them once I birthed them. The most precious gifts are those that we give ourselves.
In These Hands I’ve Held©
By Felina Silver Robinson
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I'm a wife, a mother, a writer, and a friend. I enjoy sharing feelings, experiences and my poetry. There are many things that I am good at, but I'm sure there are just as many things that I am bad at. I try hard not to judge for we know no one is perfect. I can however say that although I have a great deal of patience, sometimes the patience tank runs dry. If you value me, I will always value you.
Here I will share some of my poetry, my opinions along with some of my stories. I hope you enjoy(ed) your visit to poetsareangels.com. If you read and liked what you saw, please hit the LIKE button. Always feel free to leave friendly comments. Please no vulgarity as my teenagers frequent this site. "Happiness is the pathway to a memorable existence." Felina
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