A hand to hold tight!

My hand always held tight,

clutching on to hers…

even while walking,

across the well known paths.

Fearing if I let go,

I may slip off.

Fearing if I let go,

I may get lost.

Holding her hand

as if I may fall

I grew up to walk my

own paths of life.

Now, I still hold her hand

not that Im scared,

but once I was a child

and she my mother.

Now that she aged

she is in a way,

returning to a child

and now its my turn

to guide her on!

With prayers in my heart

we move her on

God! bless her,

my dear mother!