When I crossed <br />A busy street. <br />You held my hand. <br /> <br />Getting on the school bus <br />For the first time. <br />You held my hand. <br /> <br />When I was troubled; <br />Didn’t know what to do. <br />You held my hand. <br /> <br />When I fell in love <br />And knew it was real… <br />You held my hand. <br /> <br />When I got divorced <br />And my tears flowed. <br />You held my hand. <br /> <br />When I fell <br />As far as I could go. <br />You held my hand. <br /> <br />When you took <br />Your last breath of life... <br />I held your hand, Mother.<br /><br />Theresa Ann Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/holding-hands-3/
