When I crossed
A busy street.
You held my hand.
Getting on the school bus
For the first time.
You held my hand.
When I was troubled;
Didn’t know what to do.
You held my hand.
When I fell in love
And knew it was real…
You held my hand.
When I got divorced
And my tears flowed.
You held my hand.
When I fell
As far as I could go.
You held my hand.
When you took
Your last breath of life...
I held your hand, Mother.
Theresa Ann Moore
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/holding-hands-3/
