<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=571637" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sestina - Safe Hands</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I enfold her as if I hold in my hands <br>A diaphanous shawl woven loosely <br>From silken skeins of hope and fear. I feel<br>Strongly, she’s so much part of me. Obliviously<br>She wriggles free. I glance at my daughter<br>Her mum, and marvel at inheritance.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I wrap all this stuff of inheritance<br>Into trust, quietly hoping the safe hands<br>Of my kindly, compassionate daughter<br>Will suffice. Experience tells me loosely<br>Held reigns are best. The child plays obliviously.<br>I watch. She echoes in me. Trembling I feel</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The pain inevitably she will feel.<br>I fear quietly; knowing her inheritance; <br>The curse of memory. Now obliviously<br>She recalls careless conversation. Hands<br>On to me stray words, understood loosely<br>With looks I try to forewarn my daughter </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But the treacherous trait has skipped. My daughter<br>Down to earth, sensible, is born not to feel<br>Hurts that haunt, doubts that linger loosely.<br>If only we could choose the inheritance<br>We bequeath. But it is out of our hands, <br>We make love, create life obliviously.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I say nothing, pretend obliviously<br>Disguise fears I dare not share. My daughter<br>Who loves her, is all she needs. Holding hands<br>We walk through bustling, crowded streets. I feel<br>Her tiny linked fingers. The inheritance<br>Of knowing held gently within mine, loosely.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The web of my life was woven loosely<br>I held fast to no-one. Obliviously<br>This child makes me unearth an inheritance<br>Painstakingly hid. Bonded by my daughter<br>To my granddaughter tenderly I feel<br>Burning passions branded into our hands.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Envoi</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I held her loosely, I let my daughter<br>Feel, obliviously unaware of my <br>Inheritance, she unbinds my hands</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Janet+Budd">Janet Budd</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=571637" data-title="Sestina - Safe Hands de Janet Budd" data-description="I enfold her as if I hold in my hands A diaphanous shawl woven loosely From silken skeins of hope and fear. I feel Strongly, she’s so much part of me. Obliviously She wriggles free. I glance at my daughter Her mum, and marvel at inheritance. ..."></div> </div> </div>

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