Thursday, September 11, 2008

Hold My Hand

Hold My Hand

“Mom, hold my hand”, he said

While he quietly drifted away

Lying softly on my feather bed

After a long hard day of play


“I would love to”, I replied

As I reached with an ever soft touch

He closed his eyes and sighed

As I whispered “I love you so much.”


“Mom, hold my hand”, he said

As we walked to his first day of school

Trembling, uneasy, scared and afraid

I said “Just remember the Golden Rule.”


There as soon as the school bell rang

He came out with the sweetest of smiles

“Mom, hold my hand” he sang

As we walked for what I wish were miles.


The days then came when I longed to hear

Those four words that made my heart swell

He lived in my home, yet was never here

So independent, we raised him so well.


At only nineteen, he was going away

Where, we did not know just yet

Holding his hand, I thought “he did not stray”

What a wonderful blessing to get.


He opened his call and the room grew so still

We were all just dying to find out

What people, would be holding his hand

As he helped bring the Gospel about?


It was then that I realized, there was only one hand

That my son could not live without

It was not mine, but belonged to a man

Of whom we had taught him about.


A man whose hand was much stronger than mine

One that moved mountains and the sick did heal

This was the hand he would need for all time

Soft and affectionate, but also made of steel.


I then began to think of how

In someone’s time of despair

My son’s own hands through the priesthood of Him

Would give blessings leaving hope in the air.


He continued to grow and became a man

It was only a matter of time

She stole his heart, he took her hand

Now, he would rarely need mine.


The years flew by, but the memories stayed

Of the times he said, “Mom, hold my hand.”

Still to this day he has never strayed

He has blossomed into the perfect man.


He is sitting here now, with me in my bed.

I am weak and fighting with age

“Mom, hold my hand”, he said

Your life is turning the page.


“I would love to”, I replied

As I reached with an ever soft touch

I closed my eyes and sighed

As he whispered “I love you so much.”

T. R. Tanner

1 comment:

Love Lorri said...

Awesome Terra, you have quite the talent! see how nice it is to share! really good job on the blog. . . now for the rest of the fam! ('Cept Len and Shell of course)