The Woman's TouchA Poem by LSSThe gentleness of voice and hand, They don't belong to boy nor man. The softest touch On earth I've seen Is from a woman's hand on me. A nurse, a mother, a wife, a child. They're all alike They're calm not wild They bring us life and order too. They soothe the world Off set the cruel. If I could bottle, box, lid, or such Then It would be the Woman's touch.
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Added on July 17, 2008AuthorLSSSyracuse, NYAboutSome time ago, I decided to write a humorous short story to give my wife on our 25th anniversary. The words and illustrations seemed to flow from my memory and imagination, about those early days w.. more..Writing
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