His Hand…
I went to the doctors, he told me the news I didn't want to hear,
My husband held my hand,
It was cancer,
I squeezed but I shed no tear,
We looked at each other,
We said we'd fight this together,
Weeks and months went by,
In front of him I couldn't cry,
Fading away from our little life,
I just wanted to turn off the light;
I remember in the dance hall when he gave me a cheeky glance,
He had something about him, I knew that he would ask me to dance,
His hand's felt different back then, he even got told off when they'd start to wander,
We laughed about it and kept on dancing, we knew for each other we'd grow fonder.
We'd go see a picture on a Sunday afternoon then kiss by the tree, waiting for the stars and the moon,
We'd gaze in the eyes, cherish every smile,
If a moment was all that we were, I'm glad I spent my life with you,
There's a break in my heart, memories flood my soul as I realise he's going to be all alone,
There's a tear rolling down my face, I resemble a ghost as his hand gave my cheek a stroke.
When we stood at the alter smirking with a little bit of laughter, putting those ring's on,
When we walked back down the aisle while family and friends listened to our favourite song,
Confetti was falling like snow on a winter's day, we held hands walking out those church gates,
Just married! How exciting! What a day; the day my husband lifted my veil, I couldn't keep a straight face!
We had children, he held my hand through birth, together it was the best feeling in the world,
We had good times and bad, through love we'd learn, sticking together with our two beautiful girls,
Im trying to be brave,
I'm trying not to be afraid,
My strength is starting to fade,
But then I see my husband's face,
I'll try to pass away with dignity and grace.
For my daughters, I want them to remember their mam being strong, standing back up if we fall,
As I look into their eyes, little by little I feel that break again in my heart,
My husband holds me now as we lay, it becomes dark,
Now, I go into my mother's arms...
