Literature
The Hand
The hand The hand that reached out when I would fall, The hand that was there when I would call. The hand that was always there to pull into a hug, The hand that scolded me but was always gentle. You were always there to lift us up when we were down, There to listen to our problems and issues. Your love made us into who we are, Even if we didn't always want it. But now, you left us behind and have wings. I always thought I would be your guardian angel, But now you have become mine. We never expected you to leave so soon, But we knew this day would come. When you would not be with us anymore, Though in spirit you do remain. You will be forever missed and forever loved by those whom you left behind.