Poetry: Hold My Hands

By Monica C. Voskamp

 

First hold my hands

And know their feel

Know the streets of lines

Creased with the beauty

Age and time.

 

Know my hands

How they fit in yours

Know the warmth they long to find

Being relaxed, being assured

You are who

You say you are.

 

You’ll know my hands

If your heart is true

You’ll know the language

Of every squeeze I do.

 

You’ll know me well

If you took the time

To let me trust

You’d hold my hands

And then my heart.

 

So if you hold my hands,

Let it be a symbol of truth

Let it be the sign of kindness.

Let it be the voice speaking

Of you.

 

Someone who is willing

Someone who is ready

Someone who is able

To hold both my hands

And the whole of my heart.

 

Always hope. Always believe. Always love. ❤

 

*Photo Credit: Photo by aranprime on Unsplash

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