She Holds His Hand

She Holds His Hand

She holds his hand
He’s no longer as strong as what once he could be
They fell in love in Salford 1953

She holds his hand
His legs have grown weak on his feet he’s unsteady
She cleans him she feeds him she helps him get ready

She holds his hand
Never once does she wish to let go
Through the 65 years of blood sweat and tears
He’s the most wonderful man she’s ever known

She holds his hand
Just to make sure he’s alright
She sings him to sleep with a sweet kiss to keep
And she holds his hand all through the night

She holds his hand
Just like she did before
Time got the best of those pains in his chest
She’ll still hold his hand for evermore.

She Holds His Hand pic

© JB Barrington 2013

twitter: @JB_Barrington

About JB Barrington

The words & verse of JB Barrington; performance poet from Salford. Lovely stuff, touches heart strings and the odd raw nerve - Johnny Vegas Great poems; great delivery - Terry Christian A warm charm, a rapier wit and a real appreciation of words - Louder Than War
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