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Her hands held me gently from the day I took my first breath.
Her hands helped to guide me as I took my first step.
Her hands held me close when the tears would start to fall.
Her hands were quick to show me that she would take care of it all.
Her hands are now twisting with age and years of work,
Her hand now needs my gentle touch to rub away the hurt.
Her hands are more beautiful than anything can be.
Her hands are the reason I am me.
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Forget not that the earth likes to feel your bare feet, and the winds long to play with your hair
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The worst part of holding the memories is not the pain. It’s the loneliness of it. Memories need to be shared.
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Here, when I say I never want to be without you,
somewhere else I am saying
I never want to be without you again. And when I touch you
in each of the places we meet,
in all of the lives we are, it’s with hands that are dying
When I don’t touch you it’s a mistake in any life,
in each place and forever
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You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough, ~Mae West~
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Best way to pass on family recipes. I still remember how wonderful it felt to squeeze the warm, silky dough for Xmas bread while making it with my grandma
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When you play, never mind who listens to you. ~Robert Schumann~
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Years from now I can picture us still laughing together, still holding hands, and still completely in love…just like we are now.
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Do yourself a favor: throw out your TV, dust off your books and feed your soul
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Rock-a-bye baby on a tree top
when the wind blows the cradle will rock…
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