Jack Ellison Poet Narrative

Holding Hands

What is it about two people holding hands

That says so much about them

First of all it says love and usually young love

But when you see couples in their golden years holding hands

We smile and say awww!

It means after a lifetime of ups and downs

These people are still in love, are still the best of friends

All too often, we lose that loving connection

When the trials and tribulations that confront us each day

Put love in the back seat and we forget about the one thing

That brought us together in the first place... love

Try to remember that feeling and how overwhelming it was

How we lost our appetite, how we couldn't focus on things

Exasperating yet the most glorious feeling we've ever felt

Unfortunately we lose that to a degree as we age

To be replaced by a more mature approach to love

But OH... that first glance, that first kiss, that first embrace

The first time someone says, “I love you!”

Almost nothing can match that glorious feeling

We find ourselves wishing we could relive those joyous moments

But thankfully they are replaced by a mature love

Because to maintain that youthful exhilaration

Would certainly make it difficult to carry on a normal existence

But oh the memories, thankfully we still have them



© Jack Ellison 2015

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Carol Eastman January 19, 2015 at 9:20 AM Uh... I don't hold hands with Dragon... A leash is safer... Or better yet... a homing beacon attacked somewhere in all that bling Dragon wears... That way we can find him when he takes off and not have to sail behind him... thru the air... And we miss those terrible landings, too. Crash helmets don't stay on well as you soar thru the sky, wihile looking down at the tree... you'll probably crash into... And football padding only helps so much. I'd rather catch up later... with aspirin as needed. Jack Ellison January 19, 2015 at 9:25 AM But you still hold hands with hubby, right!!! OR is a leash! LOL XXX

Scott Thirtyseven January 19, 2015 at 9:18 AM Said from experience. A sweet write. Jack Ellison January 19, 2015 at 9:24 AM Yes... many, many, many years of experience! Thanks Scott! (got a son named Scott!)

Eileen Manassian January 19, 2015 at 8:27 AM Is that why you can't type, Kenny??? Where is the sweet and sugary write!! ;) Naughty you! Well, Hope your hands are feeling great. Hugs, my dear. Eileen Manassian January 19, 2015 at 8:48 AM XOXOXOXOXOXOXOX Jack Ellison January 19, 2015 at 8:45 AM The thrill is NEVER forgotten!!!! And you, my dear Betty Boop, sweet as always, and a TRUE friend forever! Loving hugs, Kenny! XXXXX Eileen Manassian January 19, 2015 at 8:37 AM Oh...something must have happened, because when I first clicked on the poem...all I got was the title. Now I read the whole thing.....oh, Kenny...sweet as always you are! Such a dear. Yes...we couldn't live on that forever, but the thrill is never forgotten. Hugs Jack Ellison January 19, 2015 at 8:34 AM Ooops silly me!!!! Come back, come back... I promise it will be there!!! LOL xxxx