“Give Me Your Hand - Let Me Walk With You©”
Jan 21, 2015
First story
“Give Me Your Hand - Let Me Walk With You©”
Tears streamed down my cheeks. Phone calls kept coming, friends sent prayers, I couldn’t speak. Bev was operated for cancer. The questions were meaningful but too difficult to answer. I couldn’t be rude. Asking me the prognosis was like saying here is a grapefruit knife, cut open your heart. I started to write, I pressed my email addresses and sent my poem. "Give Me Your Hand - Let Me Walk With You". to anyone I knew who was struggling with difficulties of life..
Our lives connect through our hands. When Martin Luther King died, we held our students hands, our eyes filled with tears, we sang, “We Shall Overcome.”
We need more holding of hands - throughout our world.
“Give Me Your Hand - Let Me Walk With You.”
Everyone receives challenges, stumbles through the forest,
Crawls through the path of darkness.
How many of us know what to say, how to respond,
How to be of comfort when comfort is needed.
Can we understand,
the importance of knowing we have friends, family ,
Knowing we can feel the soft palm of someone who cares.
Perhaps saying:
I am here if you need to talk, cry, or laugh.
I am here for you, whenever, you need,
perhaps just let=s have lunch.
I am here if you need me.
I am there.
I will not ask questions, speak to me when you need to speak,
Feel the warmth of the sunshine, dance around stars, count the colors of a
rainbow.
Speak about the clouds, or the moon, about the rain, and the storms,
I will be there to listen.
Let us stroll the boardwalk, hear the waves,
walk the thicket in the forest, listen to the birds chirping, the swirling of
the trees.
I will be there to hold your hand and stroll beside you.
I will not ask-
Where was the cancer, the size, or how long was the operation.
I will not ask how bad was the accident, or how did it happen.
I will not ask about the stroke or the heart attack.
I will not ask your child’s romantic preference,
I will not go where it is not necessary to go
and most of all
I will not ask what the prognosis is.
I will clutch your hand tightly and stroll with you.
I will love you.
A chapter from my book, A Sister’s Story, Bevie and me
Bobbie - copyright (C)2006
