You’re standing there and glowing green,
and I want to show you everything.
To take your hand and lead you round,
To see my house, my stomping ground.
But when I reach to hold your hand
you just don’t seem to understand,
to make contact palm to palm,
is friendship, not impending harm.
And so, before the wonderous things,
I need to show you what this means.
Unfold my fingers and gently touch,
before we start that stronger clutch.
I point to smiles and eyes and heart,
and speak so softly to impart,
that holding hands is just a thing
that people do to bring you in.
Your eyes blink once and twice again
and as my fingers nestle in
I pull you gently, to my side
and then imply a matching stride.
Your hand, it flutters just a little
but it's so warm as it settles.
And in the moment where our eyes meet,
I realise it is complete.
That of all the scintillating things,
the dogs and bugs and birds with wings,
the many wonders end to end,
I’ve shown you how to be a friend.
About the Creator
I write...I suppose, because I always have. Once a journalist, then a PR writer, for the first time I am dabbling in the creative. Now at semi-retirement I am still deciding what might be next.
Excellent work. Looking forward to reading more!
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