Holding Your Hand Poem by Ian Keenan
Holding Your Hand
Last night I dreamt I
heard your voice,
and turned to see you
at the door,
but woke too soon.
I love to hold your hand in mine,
to keep you safe,
to keep you close,
and chatting we find things to say
to make the world
as we see fit.
Thank you, dear Grace,
my cake-maker,
the candle lighting up my day,
I love you so
and you love me,
and not even the cats
shall come between.
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...
4/26/2024 7:36:23 PM # 1.0.0.1119
