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