I Felt You Pick My Hands and Squeeze Them Tight
I felt you pick my hands and squeeze them tight
And smother them with kisses mixed with tears,
Then words exclaimed with grief came to my ears--
All sweet, all good, and all devoid of spite.
Somehow I felt your anguish and your pain,
So I spoke up to try to comfort you;
But then I found my words could not get through,
And things were just occurring in my brain.
You brushed my hair and bent to kiss my lips;
For the last time you whispered you loved me;
Then you arranged my hands across my chest.
I sensed all these before I came to grips
With where I was and the reality
That I was to be laid down to my rest.
April 5, 2023
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