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Oct 2014
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

Put your hand in mine,
and bid us farewell.

Lay quiet, my baby boy
Jesus will take you
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 and read Hands and Feet
Rod E Kok
Written by
Rod E Kok  Alberta, Canada
(Alberta, Canada)   
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