Page 42 - Poems by Alyson Malach - Childhood to Adulthood

Hold My Hand

I feel scared and worried about health and well-being.

I feel tense, anxious, and thinking about fleeing.

Hold my hand and do not let go.

Hold my hand and help me to reach tomorrow.

I watch the TV and learn about the death toll.

I worry that we will not ever again be whole.

Hold my hand and do not let go.
Hold my hand and help me to reach tomorrow.

I miss my family, especially the boys.

I miss their smiles, their cheek, their noise.

Hold my hand and do not let go.

Hold my hand and help me reach tomorrow.

I want to see all my grandchildren grow into adults and teens.

I want to hold their hands and make real their dreams.

Hold my hand and do not let go.

Hold my hand and help me reach tomorrow.

I listen to the news and the doom and gloom.

I watch it all locked up in my room.

Hold my hand and do not let go.

Hold my hand and help me reach tomorrow.

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