Hands

Hands By Jude Kyrie Mind wandering in my chair. I travel back in a time long ago. So many years have flown bye. As many as the falling leaves in autumn. I think of Mom and Dad and my older sister. They have all gone now. It's strange, what I miss about them are their hands. Hold my hand as we cross the road said Mom to her little boy. Ride your two wheeler You are safe with me. I will hold the seat with my hand said dad. Your hairs a mess let me give you a hand. said my sweet sister. As I went on my first date. They are all gone now But they left a roomful of memories in my heart. I open the door to that room When I dream. Sometimes they come back in my dreams at all kinds of ages. Just to pay me visit. I try to remember they are gone, no longer here. They are only here in my dreams. But they are so often young I forget that they are in a dream. And I think they are still here. So much so I forget to say goodbye Or I love you guys so much. Sometimes when I wake up alone in my bed after the dream has faded. I feel a tear falling on my cheek. Feeling the moment of their loss Just as fresh as the morning. I then say to them softly As I awaken to the new day. I love you guys,so much. When its my time to join you all. Mom, hold my hand As I cross over to heaven. Dad make sure I learn how to fly Safely with my new wings. hold me safe with your hands so I don't fall. And Sis gIve me a hand to learn the ropes up there. Love Jude