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My Little Lady’s Hands

For all the parents with little ones off to school

Before dinner
she shows me her hands –
pale innocent palms.
Soft creases
tracing life ahead.

She giggles

I turn them over –
bright pink and glittery;
up to the knuckles
in patchy varnish.
Dirt under the nails.

My little lady

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