Storytime with Rachel F Hundred

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One day you’ll hold out your hand,

walk me home.

They say you were the best man;

a good man.

A man who lived his values,

word and deed.

I knew you in the empty

spaces you left.

The widow, the children, the

grandchildren.

For I was the last to be,

born too late.

Our time together was short,

all too brief.

I look at old photos and

touch the past.

In my mind scant memory

Of you lives.

But my soul remembers your

loving hold,

Remembers there is safety

found with you.

One day you’ll hold out your hand,

walk me home.

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