Hold My Hand

Last fall I took a trip to Ireland with my family, my daughter took this photo of my oldest grandson and I walking on the grounds of Blarney castle. My 18 year old grandson walked up to me, gently put his arm around my shoulders, we just kept walking together, every time I see this photo my heart fills with love and the memories of him (along with my 3 other grandkids) walking holding my hands. This quick little verse was inspired by this photo, from the tiny toddler hands that would grasp just one finger to now grown offering hand for assistance (if needed) along the path.

Hold My Hand

Tiny hands come quietly to Grammie’s hand
Sometimes only one finger is just enough
Knowing we can stroll together is the plan

As the years pass, those hands have grown
Yet they still quietly seek Grammie’s hand
Finding comfort in the warmth of the known

Now hands come to act as guide
Knowing love always fills the heart
While strolling with Grammie side by side