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A poem for
Please, Mama, Hold My Hand
by Linda Parker
Please, mama, come and
hold my hand
and see the things I've found:
the butterfly, the kittens,
the first snowfall on the ground.
Please, mama, hold my hand
As we walk to my brand new school.
Please pat my head, and bind
my wounds, as I sob upon this stool.
Please, mama, take my hand and
help me learn from right and wrong.
Please, mama, let me hold your
hand;
for you are big and strong.
The world has tumbled down today;
my mind is feeling blue.
The one I put my trust in
has proven he's untrue.
So put your arms around me,
and help to make things right.
Please, mama, hold my hand again;
help heal my heart tonight.
As the world goes on the heart learns
that it can love again.
Proudly on my father's arm
I met my lifelong friend.
We worked to build a life together,
a husband and a wife.
And today you're standing by my
side
to welcome this new life.
I need your strength and wisdom;
you've walked this path before.
Please, mama, take my hand and
help me pass through life's new
door.
I'm starting on a journey;
I'm going home tonight.
My heart's no longer heavy,
My eyes can see the light.
I see your face so gentle;
I hear your voice so warm.
There's papa there behind you!
I'm reaching for his arm.
My heart is filled with gladness.
My soul is full and light.
Please, mama, hold my hand ----
I'm going home tonight!
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