Loved Held Loved

The door was closed

The room was dim

A single light shone

She breathed in

Felt herself release

As she finally received

The chance to give

What she knew best

She wondered if he knew

The magnitude of the gift

Loved held loved

In such different ways

One was loved from before birth

From head to tiny toes

The other loved

For body and soul

And both called him

A name that was his alone

The door was opened

The light shone

They stood closely

Three sets of brown eyes

Content and at ease

Just as they should be

And loved held loved

Jeanna’ Mead

8 53 a.m. 9-10-18


By jeannasoul

I'm a woman that is absolutely in love with life....I'm doing what I love to do-as a massage therapist,a writer,a seeker of all that touches my soul and lifts my body.
I find great pleasure in the midst of chaos, in time with nature and kindred spirits.
I love the wisdom and clarity of Paulo Coelho, the music that makes me dance, and being present with the person I'm with.
I write to fulfill my soul and, hopefully, to touch others.

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