HIS TENDER HANDS

  

I have never in my life

Seen a child who ran so fast

To hold a hand which was not mine

But that of a man ----

I was aghast.

  

On the second day we met

When death appeared right at my door

Those tender hands were holding mine

As they had never -----

been held before.

 Those tender hands have love and care.

Not just for children and for me

But all entire living things,

That his eye ------

behold and see.

 His tender hands they must  reflect

The loving feelings in his heart.

I watched his hands and then I knew

A caring man ------

Right from the start.

 A man whose hands are showing love.

Shows me that he will always be

A caring soul not just to you.

But he will show -----

His love for me.

poem written 2012

3 February 2020

unfortunately "the love for me" was not always there.

Vibeke Lindhardt

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