Palms
By Stellar84
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This poem belongs to me, Emily. All rights reserved. Please,
no duplicating, copying, or distribution without my consent.
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The palm of Jesus shows
That he died upon the cross
The palm of my father
Shows that he is the real boss
The palm of a baby
Shows the pureness of the skin
The palm of a mother
Shows where another life begins
But my palm simply shows
The pain I have been through
All the sorrows and doubts
Everything I did do
Some say palms show futures
I say palms show pasts
Or they show the present
But it never lasts
Palms, forever changing
But wrinkled as they are
Each crease a touching part of me
And I treasure every scar
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