Hold My Hand - Poem by Christopher Thomas
I was born into a world of darkness
my eyes had been left behind,
so afraid, alone and bewildered
until the touch of a hand, so kind.
Each time my fears enveloped me
one touch and I felt so secure,
this gentle touch of communication
I wasn’t alone or afraid, anymore.
No words could help me to understand
but the touch of this hand and I knew,
everything was going to be alright
as long as I could hold on, to you?
After two long years, the light came through
the end of my darkness had come,
at last I could see as I held that hand
the tears in the eyes of my mum!
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