Like a book between bookends, my arms extended upwards until my muscles ached, holding their hands. I yearned to wander but they kept me safe between them.
As a teenager, how embarrassing to have to hold their hands before crossing a road.
When I was old enough to ignore other’s opinions, I loved to hold their hands and one day, I realised I was protecting them as they’d protected me.
Finally, I held their hands while their lives ebbed away.
Now all I have is the memory of their hands in mine.
How I wish I’d held them for longer.
As a teenager, how embarrassing to have to hold their hands before crossing a road.
When I was old enough to ignore other’s opinions, I loved to hold their hands and one day, I realised I was protecting them as they’d protected me.
Finally, I held their hands while their lives ebbed away.
Now all I have is the memory of their hands in mine.
How I wish I’d held them for longer.
