<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=382917" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Touch Of Your Hand</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">On the day that you were born<br>I touched your hand so chubby and warm.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I touched your hand when you were one<br>and helped you walk my beautiful son.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I held your hand when you were two.<br>We ran, your favorite thing to do.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I held your hand when you were three<br>as you climbed on my lap and smiled at me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I touched your hand when you were four<br>as the ocean touched our toes at the shore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I touched your hand when you were five<br>walking you to school but when we'd arrive</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I felt the tug of your hand from mine<br>and I knew that we had crossed a line.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I looked at you and released your hand<br>and said'it's okay I understand.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As I walked back home I cried some tears<br>thinking of all our hand holding years.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Holding your hand became sporadic now, <br>when you were feverish or I felt your brow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I held your hand a few times as a teen<br>but always alone so it wouldn't be seen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I held your hand after you said, 'I do.'<br>We danced together just me and you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">After some years went by my son<br>you held the hand of your little one.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And so the times of your life turn around<br>and now that my hand is old I've found</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you take my hand and help me walk<br>and as you do we intimately talk.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And it takes me back to that bright early morn<br>when I held your hand so chubby and warm.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edwina+Reizer">Edwina Reizer</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=382917" data-title="The Touch Of Your Hand de Edwina Reizer" data-description="On the day that you were born I touched your hand so chubby and warm. I touched your hand when you were one and helped you walk my beautiful son. I held your hand when you were two. We ran, your favorite thing to do. I held your hand when you w..."></div> </div> </div>

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