Source: We Heart It

Source: We Heart It

Hands…

The hands that 
held me…
nurtured me…
guided me…
 
Are long
        Gone…
 
The hands that
gently led me on
a warm Autumn
afternoon under 
a canopy of fiery
leaves and
sheltered me…
taught me…
protected me…
 
Are long
        Gone…
 
These hands once
held by love
Now are aged…
Freckled…
Lonely…
Will never hold 
the hands of 
a child…
another lover…
 
Those hands 
remain…
 
Yet…
 
All others
Are long
        Gone…
 
© 2014 Annie Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie
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