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 I Died Poety Contest Sponsored by: Craig Cornish