Holding Hands

Sharing life for better or worse

Their hands,

worn of work and care,

have earned a living

have cooked

have wiped a feverish brow

have waved goodbye

have guided

have held on

have let go,

rest now in the comfort

of each other.

Author - Richard Sidy

To read the complete poem, go to Life's Lessons.

This is a photo of my mother holding my dad's hand in hers. It was taken during a Veteran's Program at the nursing home where my dad now lives. I don't know exactly what the future holds for them, but yesterday was a good day.