poem by: Madelon Hucks
Written on Feb 16, 2015

That burn mark on your hand from when you played with matches as a kid
That scratch in the tree from a knife 
That scar on a moms heart from when her son died
They are all scars 
They may look different,but they are still scars
The same yet different



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Frank J. Davis commented:
Certainly, a mother who's lost a son is profoundly scarred!--but all, as you indicate, are marks that carry specific memories. An intriguing piece, Madelon!
Vijay Beck commented:
I agree with Frank, I pray healing for your lost! Jesus heals!


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