Your Hand In Mine Poem by Danny Speicher

I miss the way you wore your hair so fine
Whether straight and silky smooth to the touch
Crinkled, braided, it didn't matter much
But, more than all, I miss your hand in mine

I miss your voice so pure and so refined
Soothing my heart each time it ached inside
From talking nothing to husbands and brides
But, more than that, I miss your hand in mine

I miss your humor, laughing all the time
How naught was too serious for laughter
Being child-like was all we were after
Even still, I miss most your hand in mine

Perhaps I will learn to forget in time
The one thing I miss most... Your hand in mine

((June 23rd,2008))