My Hand In His
I slipped my hand in his
as he led me to my feet.
He helped me walk; he helped me talk.
He gave his food for me to eat.
I slipped my hand in his.
He showed me how to live.
With honesty, integrity;
With love and joy to give.
I slipped my hand in his,
My toes upon his feet
And there, with laughter, song, and stance,
He taught me how to dance.
I slipped my hand in his
On that lovely summer day.
We strolled on down that flowered aisle
As he gave his girl away.
I slipped my hand in his.
His every labored breath,
With heart a’galloping in his chest;
He led acceptance of his fate.
I slipped my hand in his
And sat down by his side.
Just as he showed me how to live-
He showed me how to die.
by Annette Gagliardi
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