Holding Hands

i held your hand
the day we met

i held your hand
the day we married

i held your hand
the day we gave birth
and kept holding it
as we said good bye
to the baby
we would never
come to know

i held your hand
when we walked in the park

i held your hand
when we danced

i held your hand
when you received your diagnosis

i held your hand
when you were lying in wake

i will never
let go

13 thoughts on “Holding Hands”

    1. …and one could write a lifetime of verses describing those holding-hands moments…the weight of grief is palpable and I know you understand this because it lives within your work, too…thank you, for connecting and relating and for your time raining comments on my posts, Ryan, I truly appreciate it.

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