I will never forget the enfolding of his hands Enclosing mine and holding them gently close. Rarely was there a physical contact with men Though I have seen it with some women friends
Who held his hands and then embracing him Felt his love undying enter them. He told me once it was vibrational So varying the forces that he met And yet the love he pours from Mother to me Is sacrosanct throughout eternity.
Poems Undated (1727)
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