Hands
Hands
By
Jude Kyrie
Mind wandering in my chair.
I travel back in a time long ago.
So many years have flown bye.
As many as the falling leaves
in autumn.
I think of Mom and Dad
and my older sister.
They have all gone now.
It's strange, what I miss about
them are their hands.
Hold my hand
as we cross the road
said Mom to her little boy.
Ride your two wheeler
You are safe with me.
I will hold the seat
with my hand
said dad.
Your hairs a mess let me
give you a hand.
said my sweet sister.
As I went on my first date.
They are all gone now
But they left a roomful
of memories in my heart.
I open the door to that room
When I dream.
Sometimes they come back
in my dreams at all kinds of ages.
Just to pay me visit.
I try to remember
they are gone,
no longer here.
They are only here
in my dreams.
But they are so often young
I forget that they are in a dream.
And I think they are still here.
So much so I forget
to say goodbye
Or I love you guys so much.
Sometimes when I wake up
alone in my bed
after the dream has faded.
I feel a tear falling on my cheek.
Feeling the moment of their loss
Just as fresh as the morning.
I then say to them softly
As I awaken to the new day.
I love you guys,so much.
When its my time to join you all.
Mom,
hold my hand
As I cross over to heaven.
Dad
make sure I learn how to fly
Safely with my new wings.
hold me safe with your hands
so I don't fall.
And Sis
gIve me a hand to
learn the ropes up there.
Love Jude
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