"Take My Hand"

The wind whistles and moans,
another winter has settled on the sleepy little town.
Snow drifts in clouds of purest white,
from Heaven above, a carpet so bright.
The frosty window panes hold a romantic glow,
the softly burning candles offering a peaceful show.
The embers crackled in the hearth,
was it only yesterday, she stopped and wondered,
or was it really so long ago?
Another lifetime, another snow.
The woman settled back into a huge cushioned chair,
the memories of her youth seeming to fill the air.
One by one, the memories played through her mind,
of a simpler place and a warmer time.
Where fields of green danced in the gentle breeze,
and the laughter of her children echoed with ease.
Her hand on the arm of her one Great love,
her eyes close as peace graces her from Above.
The long lonely years were now at an end.
For in those final moments, as if by demand,
Mom heard Dad say...
"My love, take my hand."

I Love you, Mom and Dad, may you always be walking hand in hand.
~by~ Lillian Siranda