When I start to fade
You pat my hand
When I sit there in a day
You take my hand
When the tears start to flow
You hold my hand
When I don’t respond
You squeeze my hand
Until I come back to
You don’t let go
Without a second thought
You always know
Just knowing that you’re there
I know I’m safe
Even if you’re not near
You’re with me in space
Sep 12, 2018
Sep 12, 2018 at 10:48 AM UTC
When I start to fade
You pat my hand
When I sit there in a day
You take my hand
When the tears start to flow
You hold my hand
When I don’t respond
You squeeze my hand
Until I come back to
You don’t let go
Without a second thought
You always know
Just knowing that you’re there
I know I’m safe
Even if you’re not near
You’re with me in space
(This was written for my family after one of my epileptic seizures)
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