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
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.