Put your hand in mine
I whispered to
my newborn son
I’ll try to keep you
safe and warm
Put your hand in mine,
together we will fight.
Let me carry you, my boy
for your feet are weary,
even though they have never
carried a load.
Lend me your hand,
dear Michael,
for once you are gone,
I will see your prints
on my heart.
Walk with me
in memory,
dear child.
For someday,
we will walk
together.
Put your hand in mine,
and bid us farewell.
Lay quiet, my baby boy
Jesus will take you
home.
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 11:04 AM UTC
Put your hand in mine
I whispered to
my newborn son
I’ll try to keep you
safe and warm
Put your hand in mine,
together we will fight.
Let me carry you, my boy
for your feet are weary,
even though they have never
carried a load.
Lend me your hand,
dear Michael,
for once you are gone,
I will see your prints
on my heart.
Walk with me
in memory,
dear child.
For someday,
we will walk
together.
Put your hand in mine,
and bid us farewell.
Lay quiet, my baby boy
Jesus will take you
home.
It is very sad that I am unable to post pictures to accompany my poem. To see the picture that really enforces this piece, please visit my website www.rodkok.ca and read Hands and Feet
