Holding Hands Poem by Theresa Ann Moore
Holding Hands
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.
I have read quite a lot of your work recently, And this stands up as tall as any of them, I like the format and the way you lead the reader to the last line, You are doing well, You have a lot to offer, Charlie.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
5/3/2024 4:22:48 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I was led by your hand not knowing what to expect until the last step. We had a pleasant stroll together - as always. Thanks to our being able to have selective memories.