Honey, I don’t know what’s happening to me. My hands are hurting… my fingers, my wrists. I’m afraid I may not be able to hold you. I’m getting older, day by day. In a matter of time I may be lying in bed, unable to move. I’m looking at my aching hands, and even gloves can’t stop this change from happening.
You may think I know what my body is doing, but I’m clueless– just like you… and I’m afraid, just like you.
Honey, I’m sorry if I ever become weak and bedridden. Darling, I’m sorry when I turn into dust. But please know that my feeling for you is stronger than life itself. From a universe unknown I will carry you when you’re tired. In a universe unknown I’ll be waiting, and we’ll be free.
2 thoughts on “My changing hands”
Very moving, very evocative. We all fall victim to time.
yes we do, and we only really begin to realize our vulnerabilities after we pass the peak