Remembered Caresses – a poem

Significant caresses stolen in the quiet moments

As sounds of slumber rise into the still mists

Before the madness of the days ahead comes

Into focus, crowding out other dear held concerns

As we struggle to hold on, to clutch them tight.


Smells of sleep and the night time stolen in

The breaks where dwell fond recollections,

Visions and wishes as the day struggles

To crowd, to drive out all considerations

Other than itself, those caresses remembered.



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