hold on

my dear sweet sister
do you still dream
he visited last night
looking for me – it seemed

there was no face
only his strong hand
so real, I held on tight
it felt hard-working – like sand

tears of sadness fell upon
our hands, intertwined
we could not let go
and held on – for some time

do I need help
or did he send me strength
did he miss me, as I do him
or was it unconditional love – at great length

Jennifer A. Fifield

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