Hand in tiny muddy hand, we ran together, playing as
little kids,
Holding dirty hands while running & skating,
stopping all the skids,
Holding sweaty teenage hands beneath romantic
springtime trees,
Between sinful groping & grasping of soft breasts,
thighs & knees.
The promised “I do”, the earnest vows of our wedded
golden bands,
Out of the church we walked, holding our newly held
married hands,
Holding hands, gripping, in the grasp of birth´s
sweating, grunting pain,
Tight & twisting hands, vowing with gritted teeth,
that “never-ever again”.
The tending of life´s drippings & droppings &
wiping of tears in the dark,
As a family, always walking hand in hand, through this
life´s dappled park,
Holding work-worn hands through sickness, sadness, joy,
anger & wealth,
Holding on, giving reassurance when the chips are
down, in poverty & health.
Holding old hands, gnarled & wrinkled, hands that
are brown-mottled & cold,
Holding on through life´s tribulations, the tranquil,
difficult & at times the bold,
Nothing in life is ever that bad, is ever lost, as
long as we are still holding hands,
And hand in ebbing hand; we shall walk together, into
eternity´s summer lands.
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