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SHE HELD MY HAND The soft and caring words that were whispered in my youth As my Mother tried to make me understandIn walks along with me she tried to be what Mothers be And always she'd protect me, and hold my little hand I had ...


The soft and caring words that were whispered in my youth 
As my Mother tried to make me understand
In walks along with me she tried to be what Mothers be 
And always she'd protect me, and hold my little hand 
I had each day to be that child, no worries unconcerned
For she was there to make each day seem right 
Love was the tool she used, and love was what she earned
I felt it sleeping peacefully, each night 

She saw me grow to teenage years, and nurtured me along 
I gave her all respect, for who she is 
Still in younger days when I rebelled, she was so strong 
My lessons taught for life, were learned from this 
My life was shaped there in those years, to be the man I'd be 
Not knowing all the gifts, that caused my growth 
The gifts she showered down upon the young man, that was me
Sometimes I feel, essential to us both

A young adult left her behind in tears, and me on my own
I made the mistakes that all young men will make
The tears I think, were just to see her baby leaving home 
To know the years had passed enough to take 
Take me, from her arms and her sweet loving embrace 
Into an unknown life, a harsh cruel world 
Sometimes I think she cried, to lose that innocent small face
And watched things as the years for me unfurled 

Unfurl they have, and now my kids look up to her as well 
Grandmother still demands a child's respect 
Because they know what I do, and I see that they can tell 
Those small mistakes, my mother can detect
I tell them all the little stories, the ones that Mom had made
Buy for them the toys they think they "need" 
Be the one that's there to laugh, when little games we'd played, 
She plays with them today, at slower speed

This woman, oh so close to me, I've seen throughout these years
Never falter, fail, always so strong, 
The time I took for granted, I now see through my own tears 
The moments missed, now seem so lost and long 
So that now today, these times will haunt me in my nights 
But she has a gentle way, I understand 
At times some things come back to her, remembered in her way
I listen, and I hold her little hand 

Dean Evans 

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