I feel you today, your face sliding over mine.
Your quiet sadness and detachment
while you sit and peel potatoes,
next to me at the table
in our yellow kitchen with the tv on.
I watch your hands deftly work,
feel you holding my hand as we cross the street
to the safety of the other side.
Those hands oft ignored, yet working so hard
gifting me, us with your strength
guidance and love.
I held your hand as you took your last breath
still feeling warm, soft and giving.
My heart sings with this hold
I still have