For Clara's Mother
By
John I. Blair
When I help you up the stairs
I touch a past I never lived in
That I live with every day.
When I take your hand
I hold a filament
Extending back through time,
A link to pictures in old albums,
To the passions long since dust
That shape and guide my lover’s life.
©10/12/78 John I. Blair
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