When we were young
We held onto our parents’
Hands with every step
As they guided and protected us
Throughout our lives.
When we were teenagers
We recoiled from any hand-holding
Because, well, we were embarrassed
And thought we knew it all.
As we became parents we
Offered our hands to our little ones
As much for us as for them.
Now as our parents are older
It is our turn to hold their hands
In the autumn of their life
To let them know we love them
And to provide reassurance that
They are not alone.