The warmth of her, a stranger in my hand
Her hand was soft; her voice was soft and sweet
So much of life this year has been unplanned
I sat, but didn’t know that I would meet
So warm a girl, so beautiful and nice
I wonder if my hand was warm to her
Her daughter made me smile, not once, but twice
I hope that my intentions weren’t obscure
She felt like more than poetry to me
We shared our pain, we shared compassion too
The moment wasn’t awkward; we were free
I wish I had some wishes that she knew.
Dear Casey, I would love to know you more
You may be what a second chance is for.

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