HOLD MY HAND
Once, your tiny hand in mine,
We walked beside the muddy creek.
My eyes were clear, my "heart was young,
My step was firm and quick.
We listened to the springtime sounds
We watched the ants in busy mounds
and felt the joy of spring in birth.
Your stubby legs could barely stand:
And so, my dear, I held your hand.
Now, your strong young hand I need:
Now, I must follow where you lead.
My hair is gray, my cheeks are pale,
My step now parallels the snail.
I yearn the joys of spring to clutch
But feel the ache of winter's touch.
Oh, daughter mine, please hold my hand.....end
.....and so I did hold my Mother's hand.
I helped her and took care of her.
I loved her so much. She was so dear.
I miss her.....My mother my friend.
Dedicated To My Mom, 1905 - 1991
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