His Hand…

His Hand…

Her hand, pink flesh pure as the morning dew,

held on so tightly,

engulfed by His strong, yet gentle grasp.

He walked with her for hours, patiently listening to Her dreams,

Her deepest fears,

Her endless tears.

 

Her hand, now older, nestled within His aging grasp,

was not equal in size, but held the same strength.

A strength passed on…from Him.

A strength modeled…from Him.

A strength embedded within Her soul…from Him.

 

Her hand,

fighting back the tears,

held on ever so tightly, knowing His time was near.

She sat with Him for hours, patiently listening to His stories,

His deepest fears,

His endless tears.

Her hand, caressing his cold, lifeless hand,

embraced His, one last time…

 



She still senses His presence,

gaining strength from His memories,

His wisdom.

She wishes, for just one moment,

to be held by Him,

to feel protected…by Him,

to Feel loved…by Him.

Her Hand holds the greatest gift,

a daily reminder,

a carbon copy of His…

♥ In memory of my loving Father
 Love Yourself…Embrace Yourself…Just Be You…

Roda

53 thoughts on “His Hand…

      1. So I heard, but it is difficult to imagine you not being busy! You are always working so hard. I know you will tell me it is not work because you love it but still… Take care Sis. Much love. xoxo

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      1. I was 40 and Mom was 61. Way too young to die. I’m grateful that she got to know all her grandchildren but the youngest have no recollection of her. Fortunately my children, who are older still have fond memories of her.

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  1. Roda!!! We experienced this connection a while back with my blue butterfly. I was so moved by your lovely poetry. There is so much love and respect. It is absolutely beautiful. Like you.

    Thank you so much for all the joy, the love, the shares… your smiles. I am so certain that he is smiling proudly. You turned out stunningly beautiful, inside and out.

    Much love and hugs to you my friend!

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      1. I agree. It will be 4 years September 1st since my dad passed away and honestly it does not seem that long. Time is just flying by so quickly.

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