| Holding Hands
On our first date, I took her hand. It felt perfect in mine. We walked that day, Hand in hand, Through an ordinary shopping mall.
Hand in hand, We walked together for 42 years.
On a sidewalk, Along a beach, On a country road, Across a parking lot to a restaurant, A store, or a school-- Whenever we walked side by side, Her hand reached for mine Or mine for hers.
On our dresser we kept an inexpensive statuette-- It is still there today, A treasure with which I shall not part-- Of characters resembling Linus and Sally Walking and holding hands. At the bottom are the words Love is walking hand in hand. For me this is a truism.
Two weeks before her death, We walked hand in hand From our car to the emergency room. It was the last time we walked together.
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