Holding Hands
Two years ago I held your hand for the last time. A hand I’d held a thousand times. A hand that held mine Since before I could tell time. An infant, unaware and unable to remember When I was presented to you and a bond was formed Instantly sealing us together Making me yours and you mine. More handholds than one can count over the years. A number that goes on my list of inquiries for that day I sit with Jesus inside His pearly gates. Your hands have always spoken volumes to me. Saying words that you didnt always know how to articulate. Speaking when emotion had the best of you. And finally relaying your love when your voice had failed you completely. Hands that showed strength and determination. Hands that healed and soothed. Hands that worked and mended. Hands that created. Hands that fed and nursed. Hands that clapped proudly. Hands that encouraged. Hands that made music. Hands t...