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Wednesday, May 05, 2010
Holding On
by Justine C. Tajonera
There is time
in abundance
when the clock ceases
to tick
and you hold each moment
in the palm
of your hand.
I heard someone say
that it all depends
on how tightly you hold on
to the moment.
Hold it loosely
and it trickles
through your fingers.
Hold it tightly
and it makes your
hands and arms
ache.
Hold it firmly
and it stays
where it is.
I hold my son's hand
the same way
when I can.
(May 5, 2010)
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