oh the life they’ve lived..
as I hold them tight
my imagination goes for a ride
as I try to relive what is inside..
I want to give back what you gave with such grace..
so many stories waiting to be told – wrapped up tenderly in their fold..
Tracing the lines
my hand upon yours
I feel it
I live it..
the moments they’ve seen
the joys, the heartaches and the in-betweens..
through the touch of your fingertips straight to my heart – you’ve been there carrying us right from the start..
those strong, loving hands binding us tight knowing that it took all of your might..
guiding us through each of the plights..
Cheering us on through the good and the bad..
comforting, caressing with all that you had..
encouraging protector -beacon of light
You are what pushed us on through the dark nights..
your hands have loved us, snuggled us and raised us on up..
woven throughout my heart and filled up my cup..
As I hold your hand now
I fully understand
exactly what it meant to be in command..
you’ve given your all
my heart overflows
as imagination and reality finally take hold..
I can stand strong and see old things new
Living this blessing because of you..