Holding Hands

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.


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