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| Rock of Ages by � coondogk9 The soft age of innocence, a whispered breath of love. Soft skin so pink unblemished against the wrinkled hand. Tiny arms flailing the air excited, a toothless grin exposed. Rheumatic fingers touched a giggle. Delicate fingers clutched the coarse grey strands. The tiny tot slept peacefully on a bony shoulder. The aged rocker squeaked its rhythm on a hardwood floor. Then all was quiet, the infant lifted away. The angels came in ceremony in gowns of snow white luster. Her prayer answered, now blissful sleep prevailed. A daughters daughters daughter looked down on the scene with smiling tears as she clutched the newborn to her bosom. Vision Quest � 2002 T Lovett |