Wednesday 2nd November
I found a handprint of yours today
With colourful paint you loved to play
Preserved in time forever it will stay
A memory of yours to be put on display.
Little hands that held mine so tight
Tiny fingers exploring with delight
Picking up a pencil learning to write
Turning pages many stories to excite.
Those hands would hold the horse’s rein
Guiding the animal down the lane
Through the fields, over muddy terrain
And then safely back in the stable again.
I miss those hands reaching out to me
My little poppet, such a sweet pea
Holding tightly on to a life carefree
Beyond the clouds you’re flying free.
Love you my Angel
Forever and always.