Hands

I remember…
Holding my parents’ hands while walking in the street,
Hands, which gave me great protection,
Hands, which taught me great things,
Hands, which gave me great comfort and security,
Hands, which showed love.

Now…
I have another pair of warm, loving hands to hold,
Hands, which give me great comfort in my heart,
Hands, which endure passion,
Hands, which I can trust everything I have,
Hands, which I will hold tight for the rest of my life.