My Hand In His Poem by Melanie Walendowsky Baker

My Hand In His



It was just the way he held my hand.
That was enough for me.
There was something about my hand in his.
There still is.
There was something in that moment,
when a blanket covered my heart
- that was my hand.
It was special.
It still is.

(Warsaw,29 October,2005)

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