I carry it in my
Pants pocket
It is like a well
Worn worry stone
A talisman
A connection
That nurtures
With its touch
Providing a sense
Of safety, security
And comfort
Each day it finds
Its way to that
Right front pocket
To go again
With me into the
World
My Dad’s
Pocket knife
Sunday, October 25, 2009
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