I Was Holding Her Hand
I was holding her hand - when we first fell in love. Those sunny days when we'd laugh and play. I was holding her hand - that day at the altar. So smooth and alive, with beautiful eyes. I'm surprised I did not falter. I was holding her hand - when she gave me a child. The sensation of pride nearly drove me wild. I was holding her hand - when the doctors told us. Confirming our fears - she'd live no more than a year. I was holding her hand - when that time had come. We reflected on our lives - and all we had done. I was holding her hand - the day my love left me.