Hands

Hands By Jude Kyrie I think back across the ether of time measured in long ago faded years. I think of Mom and Dad and My older sister. What I miss about them is their hands. Hold my hand as we cross the road said Mom. Ride your two wheeler I will hold the seat with my hand said dad. Your hairs a mess let me give you a hand said my sister. They are all gone now Just a bunch of memories in my heart. Sometimes they come back in dreams at all kinds of ages. Just to pay me visit. I try to remember they are gone only here in my dreams but they are mostly so young I forget that. And I think they are still here. So much so I forget to say goodbye and I love you guys. Sometimes when I wake up alone in my bed after the dream has faded. I feel a tear falling the moment of loss is as fresh as the morning. I then say to them softly I love you guys so much. When its my time to join you all. Mom hold my hand as I cross over. Dad make sure I learn how to fly with my new wings hold me with your hands so I dont fall. And Sis give me a hand to learn the ropes up there.