don’t let go
your hands with mine
walking to school
smell of freshly sprinkled grass
humid texas air
don’t let go
i whisper with each step
closer to the school doors
safety overwhelms me
don’t let go
for the first time
a little girl felt
at peace
bell rings
time to leave
but not just for school
i can’t recall when he ever held my hand again
but i wish daddy would’ve heard me saying
“don’t let go.”
t.g ‘22
Same.