dogwithnobrain

By dogwithnobrain

Take my hand, and we're half way there

This hand has held mine.

This hand has mopped my fevered brow.

This hand has been bitten when I was in labour.

This hand has held me close when I've been sad.

This hand has held our babies.

This hand will never be far from my heart because my heart lies inside it.

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