.....

my arms feel awfully empty
am I not needed anywhere?
the wiggly bodies
the eager arms
the sweaty little hands
that used to fill my heart
and prayers
they're gone
there's a hollow ache in my chest
are there others to love?
show me
other souls to embrace
right now I feel awfully empty
I'm glad Your arms are around and under me

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Lizzi said…
photo credit: Heidi Luimes
September 13, 2010 at 2:17 PM
Melany said…
i hear your hear in this poem, Lizzi. i love you!
October 12, 2010 at 9:53 PM
Melany said…
that should be, i hear your heart.
October 13, 2010 at 8:10 AM
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