I Held Your Hand

I Held Your Hand
Written for My Wife Barbara

In Honor of Her Birthday

The Nineteenth Of May

5/18/09

You know the time-worn story I tell,

And I still remember the details so well,

I slipped, wondering where I might land,

On that first date, I held your hand.

You reached out and clasped my hand so tight,

You kept me from falling down the hill that night,

It just happened, it wasn’t planned,

But I’m forever grateful that I held your hand.

So often I’ve had to head into surgery,

For my back, my wrists, or even my knee,

It could have been more than I could stand,

Except you were always there to hold my hand.

I have often spoken of my bruises from childbirth,

From where you squeezed my arm for all it was worth,

I was glad when fathers-to-be were not banned,

So I could watch over you, and hold your hand.

You’ve been there for me all through the years,

You’ve laughed with me, you’ve shared my tears;

There’s no way that I can make you understand,

How great I feel when I hold your hand.

We both are growing older, (though you don’t seem to),

But we share every moment ;yes, we always do,

That long ago it just happened, it wasn’t planned,

But I’m forever grateful that I held your hand.

So, today brings another birthday wish from me,

A wish that it will be as happy as can be,

And remind you of all the falls that were not planned,

That you saved me from, as I held your hand.

I Love You DEAN