Her Hand

Her hand touches my life
And guides me through each step
Sometimes it is a gentle touch
At other times it is a hard grasp
But nonetheless She is there

Her hand never forces me
To walk this way or that
The choice is always mine
But she tries to help me
Make the right choices

Her hand is always there
For me to hold on to leisurely
Or for me to grasp in a hurry
It is always out stretched
For me to touch if I desire

Her hand is always there
To wipe away my tears
Or caress my face in comfort
It is there to steady me
And it is there to shake me

Her hand is strong
Her hand is gentle
Her hand is soft
Her hand is firm
Her hand holds life

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