You seem so far from me now,
And Grief is such a heavy gift.
Reach out your hand,
As when I first touched it,
When you were new to the world,
Five tiny fingers curled around one of mine.
Or when I held it as we descended the stairs with your brother and sister,
into a new life, a new home,
And a new family.
Or stretching it out, holding a fish
As a dolphin leaped to take it,
Filling the air with the sound of your laughter.
So many times, through so much joy
and so much pain, our hands were entwined.
You seem so far from me dear Dan,
And I am reaching out,
To wherever your spirit now abides,
Praying you will take your hand
And wrap it once again in mine.