REACHING

a hand is there

By Margaret BrennanPublished 2 years ago • 1 min read

REACHING

A hand is there

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I was down and felt so alone,

When a hand reached out to me.

Through helplessness and many tears,

I was blind and didn’t see.

I didn’t reach to grab that hand –

Falling into such despair,

Not recognizing anything –

Didn’t know that it was there.

I stumbled and it helped me up,

Then gently wiped my tears.

No matter what I ever did,

It was there throughout the years.

It helped to lead me safely from

Many problems that I’d meet.

It gave me strength to face my foes

And stand on my own feet.

I always will appreciate

What I’ve grown on to depend –

It’s the loving hand of friendship

Reaching out from my best friend.

I am a 79-year old grandmother who loves to write, fish, and grab my camera to capture the beautiful scenery I see around me.

My husband and I found our paradise in Punta Gorda Florida where the weather always keeps us guessing.

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