Tribute

Cherry

By Silver Spun Sand

Sat, 16 Jan 2016
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8 comments
 
Your hand in mine – 
a fist tightly curled.
 
My thumb – you clung to
and I hungered
to tell the world.
 
Your hand I took 
on your first pony ride...
 
at the gates
of the school
for the very first time...
 
Your hand they held...
the hand of a nurse;
 
a hand deft at healing
the sick and infirm.
 
Hands helped dry
all the tears you cried;
hands, bent on prayer,
that last, long night...
 
Whispered,
'Hold my hand, please,
whilst I drift off to sleep...
 
never to know,
that you ever let go.'
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Comments

Submitted by VeraClark on

A beautiful tribute, too in all its shades of pain.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Appreciated, Vera.  Thank you, so much.

Tina

 

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

Such a lovely image, the hand held.  Makes me feel the small hands in mine from days gone by.  Really touching.

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Such a tiny gesture...the holding of a hand, and yet with the capacity of moving mountains.  

Your words, too, speak volumes.

Tina

 

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

So much captured in the picture of the hand, and its symbol of contact. Holding and glad to be held, warmly and tightly. Giving and receiveing. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Absolutely, Rhiannon.

Tina

 

Submitted by Sim on

These few tender, carefully chosen words convey such powerful depth of feeling, they strike right to the heart. I am deeply moved.

Sim

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Sim - for all these two little words mean...and much more, 'Thank you'

Tina