HOLDING HANDS When you held my hand, it brought me so much joy. Your clasping fingers sent a strong message of Your clasping fingers sent a strong message of security, s if you were putting an invisible cloak around me. It would pull me closer to your side. I could feel the strength of your stride While following the directions to my wrist. Move left or move right, now a quick motion that says Let’s stop for a moment and let this throng go by. Pulling me close now, we move into a sheltering doorway, Into a warming embrace. My hand is free now and feeling so small. In your eyes I see the thought I felt in our clasped fingers. You are mine you said. And my eyes joyfully replied, Yes, I am yours. Now, as our quiet moment ends, We take each other’s hand And stride on with the throng Because, when we are hand in hand, There’s nothing that can go wrong.