Movement

Nobody saw the hand inside

It was frail and weak

It held on to the chair

Moving through the lounge

The wall it’s support inch by inch

It hoped it wouldn’t feel the floor

It had before

It moved along, steadying it’s weight

Finally clasped the handle it had to pull

To see what was on the other side

The other side I stood to see the open door in front of me

And there she stood with frail hands

A care worn smile deep lines of age edged into her sunken face

But her eyes had such a warm embrace

The other side I hadn’t seen the frail hand that helped each step

To reach the door that led to me

She loves to see a friendly face, she always gives a warm embrace

May I remember I will get old and I will have a hand that holds

Holds and steadies my every step

I will want to open that door to bring some light into my day

Before I return to my lonely day