Hands and Feet

Put your hand in mine

I whispered to

my newborn son

I’ll try to keep you

safe and warm

Put your hand in mine,

together we will fight.

Let me carry you, my boy

for your feet are weary,

even though they have never

carried a load.

Lend me your hand,

dear Michael,

for once you are gone,

I will see your prints

on my heart.

Walk with me

in memory,

dear child.

For someday,

we will walk

together.

Put your hand in mine,

and bid us farewell.

Lay quiet, my baby boy

Jesus will take you