Those Hands That Once Held Mine
By Dean Harrison
in memory of Patricia Shelton
When I was knee high, I was immortal
Because my Mum always held my hand
I knew no harm would come to me
In this, the safest place in the land
Her hands were always there to guide me
To show me where to go
Her hands were forever knitting
To keep us warm in Winter’s snow
They were there to wave me off
Each morning when I left for school
Because you know she wouldn’t let me
Grow up to be no fool
As I started to grow older
I would walk of my own accord
And those hands once there for safety
Changed roles to encourage and applaud
Later when I took a hand in marriage
With new little hands to hold in mine
She was always there when needed
To take their hands and give us time
For many years they still held strong
Wrapping presents as each birthday came along
Giving out big hugs at Christmas
In the growing family throng
But then they started to become unsure
Not remembering what to do
So I knew that it was my time
To hold her hand and help her through
We walked so many miles
In corridors hand in hand
I just hope that in her own mind
We were walking in the sand
But then that week I held her hand
And it slipped away one last time
And now they’re in a better place
Those hands that once held mine.