THROUGH TREMBLING HANDS AND THANKFUL HEARTS...

THROUGH TREMBLING HANDS AND THANKFUL HEARTS ..

She reached and placed her trembling hands into his as they sat alone ..

His eyes lit up, although most of his sight was nearly gone..

Not one word was said between them as they
 sat side by side ..

Only the sounds of Christmas Carols  on the old radio
in the old house where
they both reside..

Both silently recalled when the now run down home was a vital part of Christmas's past..

When their children were young and their laughter rang out ..the two thought  it would always last ..

The children are gone and celebrate with their own families far away..

Too old to travel , they only have each other on this Christmas Day ...

The cherished memories live on 

in their broken hearts as they looked 

through the tears they shed..

Her trembling hand gripped his a little tighter as she wiped away his tear with the other hand and then she said...

"Sweetheart  our lives together have traveled on a long and rocky road ..

But I would not change a thing, or remove from my memory , the sometimes heavy load"... .

"Though we are alone, we have each 

other and the memories we share"..

They bowed their heads and he prayed with trembling voice ,this  heartfelt prayer..

" Dear God, I praise and thank you for this day we set aside"..

"The day You came incarnate, to walk among us, you gave your life", as he continued and he prayed...

"We are not alone, we know you are with us,  as you always have been..

So, bless our children, our friends and family wherever they are .. 

For in our hearts and minds they are forever seen"..

"Though our sight is faded, our hands they tremble and we walk a little slow...

We have each other, we have you here to guide us, we feel your love and our hearts they  do glow"..

No longer saddened by the thoughts of being separated  from children or being  alone...

The sound rang out,  it broke that moment of silence,  it was their phone..

The sound  was like that of a distant Christmas bell..

It was was their children, calling one after the other. 

All to wish them well .. 

Patsy McNutt Morgan
07/12