Her Cold Hands

I sit here for an hour
just holding Grandma’s hands;
I’d like to let go but
her fingers are so cold!
I want to keep holding her,
share my warmth with her,
so she isn’t tempted to slip away
where I don’t want to let her go.

4 thoughts on “Her Cold Hands

  1. I just found your blog and love it! I particularly love the Grandma poem and your generally feelings about being connected with the universe. I write a humor/spiritual blog about where we feel we belong in the world and thought you might like it as well. In any case, I’m a new follower of yours and look forward to your posts! Here’s my link: overthehillontheyellowbrickroad.wordpress.com


    1. Thanks for your comment and welcome to the throng. Well, small crowd… 🙂
      The thing that connects me to the Universe, and to life itself, is my connection with God, the Creator of it all.
      I will pop over and check out your blog sometime soon.

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