Here’s my hand.
Let’s walk in the rain,
take the long way home
and talk, and talk, and talk.
We walked the walk and
talked the walk for many years,
often on the run.
Many things to do before day’s done,
usually for someone else.
Too busy to slow down, clasp hands
and take the long way home.
We skipped through lofty highs that
bound us together with laughter.
We cried as earthly lows
brought us down with tears.
But these times brought humility,
instilled in us the ability
to pick each other up
and start over again.
Feeble steps grow stronger when we
walk side by side!
We stand in the moment.
Our time is now to reminisce and give thanks.
As we move forward, the long way home
becomes shorter and shorter.
Keep holding my hand….
Becky Carnahan
September 2009
