As a little girl I held your hand tightly
For the world was a scary place.
As the years went by our clasp loosened
As I became eager to explore
Then the day came that we both let go
And I was able to walk alone.
Whatever I have faced in my life
I’ve known your hand is always there
For me to hold, if I need.
The warmth of your love
And guidance of your hand
Has steered me through the crowd of life
To bring me through.
Now as the years pass
I hold my hand out to you
For I will always be there
If you ever need me.
Take my hand and together
We can walk the rest of the path.
Trina Graves – 21st October 2001
Posted with permission from the author
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