Wednesday 2nd November
    

I found a handprint of yours today

With colourful paint you loved to play

Preserved in time forever it will stay

A memory of yours to be put on display.

  

Little hands that held mine so tight

Tiny fingers exploring with delight

Picking up a pencil learning to write

Turning pages many stories to excite.

  

Those hands would hold the horse’s rein

Guiding the animal down the lane

Through the fields, over muddy terrain

And then safely back in the stable again.

  

I miss those hands reaching out to me

My little poppet, such a sweet pea

Holding tightly on to a life carefree

Beyond the clouds you’re flying free.

  

Love you my Angel

Forever and always.

xxxxxx