Warm hand is touching my cheek,
Right shoulder and crossing over my head..
It's a blessing, it will go for generations,
To everyone who will touch your hand,
Who will go after...
Nothing can go against it.
My old great grand mother is blessing me.
People she blessed returned home from the Second World War.
When we go outside, the sun is shinning through clouds that looks like hearts.
This is my memories and may be story for few women..
