Hold my hand my darling,
it trembles a little now.
It is no longer pretty,
yet you hold it so lovingly;
your touch more comfortable now,
gentle and light,
less possessive, more cherishing.
Our hands have shorter lifelines
but longer memories.
They have wiped away tears of sadness
and tears of joy.
They have caressed the new-born and
pointed the path , right from wrong.
With their partners,
they have applauded endeavour and achievement
in equal measure;
thanked the Lord for his blessings
and prayed for his mercy.
But right now my darling,
just hold my hand,
then I shall be holding the whole world
in my palm.
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