Hands
Their aged hands are joined
from wheelchair to bed.
He sleeps.
She waits…
for the inevitable.
Occasionally, she nods off
from her black metal perch.
But their hands don’t let go.
This is how
it’s always been—
the two of them.
Connected.
By hand,
By heart,
By love.
June 2, 2015
In memory of David T. Lane
1924-2015
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