Holding Hands

      Since I posted this on Facebook, I forgot to post it in my blog. It is a Valentine's Day poem I wrote for the husband who has held my hand and heart for nearly forty years.

          

     Holding Hands

                                      We still hold hands,

but they are old hands

with age spots, crepey skin,

yet warm enough.

Those early years

short on money

long on kids, holding jobs,

just holding on.

And later on

our children have grown

our savings too, leisure time,

enjoying life.

 Decades ago

I knew this day would come,

growing old, side by side,

still holding hands.