holding by anelephantcant

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I am holding your hand and smiling
seeing your eyes shining up into mine
I see your lips curl into laughter
knowing that they taste sweeter than wine

I am holding you close to warm you
against wintry winds bitingly cold
no matter the weather I’ll be here
every day until we both grow old

I am holding your heart in my heart
keeping it safe from all of life’s pain
my love will protect you forever
any sadness will visit in vain

I am holding a memory in my mind
of sunshine and your dress of white cotton
when we danced to rock n roll music
but these songs are now long forgotten

you are holding my happiness in your hands
as time passes so little hope lingers
my whole world is starting to crumble
I watch sadly as it runs through your fingers

I am holding nothing

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6 Responses to holding

  1. Penny L Howe says:

    I believe when you hold something within your heart the greatest thing to hold is love. The heart’s sustaining power is unlimited. Perhaps not of a material substance, yet most definitely far more real and lasting than matter. At least I believe this is so. xx


    • You are right, of course, as always, my dear Penny.
      In this poem, specifically, the 2nd stanza reminds me of a trip I made some years back, while the 3rd stanza is as true today as it ever was.
      A pleasure to welcome you here again.


  2. Gouy Corine says:

    Il tient son bonheur entre ses mains !
    Le vin ? Rouge , blanc ou rosé ?
    J’aime ce poème 😍


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