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Time and Touch


Hot tea soothed my soul
as I pondered the extent
to which we love one
another.

As I thought of our love I
became aware of why it is
so hard to understand the
magnitude of it.

It is because our love for
one another is not bound
by the limits of time and
touch or soul and space.

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alslaff

Poet, Writer, US Army (Retired)

I dreamed of writing when I was a youngster. The love of books and writing may have helped to dull the pain of severe sexual abuse as I was sexually abused by two men at my father’s place of work from age 8 to 12 or so. I learned about this for the first time when I was 50 years old. So, as a boy, reading was the only place I had to go to. My fantasy world was better and safer than my real world. I loved reading and writing.
Reading books and writing poetry are a joy to me still and are an important part of my life. (See my About Me page on my blog for the complete profile.)

2 replies

  1. Good evening drill sgt. Just wanted to let you know I am stll reading your posts. Can’t believe it was 43 years ago today I completed my first week of basic training. How did we get so old?

    Steve Parlette

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