Can you hold my hand? She asked, as they walked along the white sandy beach together.

Can you hold my hand? She asked, as they gazed into one another’s eyes and promised to forever.

Can you hold my hand? She asked, as they watched with joy as their baby blow out the candles on his first birthday.

Can you hold my hand? She asked, as they tearfully waved good bye to the last child leaving.

Can you hold my hand? She asked, as they looked into the precious face of their first grandchild.

Can you hold my hand? She asked, as she sat by his side until he reluctantly closed his eyes for the last time.
How I wish you could hold my hand.  But she knew he would always hold her hand if only in her heart.

By B. Peterson