This one really hit home in a good way didn't it? I like it a lot! I too, felt the hand holdng and it reminded me of garandma. The Dutch Elms used to be the biggest trees in our neighborhood and I loved them. Then they got Dutch Elm disease and they had to come down. That's why I included them in my poem. A little bit of Indiana history. Have a good one!
Once again with just a few words you paint a masterpiece heavy with emotion. Tremendously moving.
It did... when Greg and I are out and we see an older couple holding hands (older than ourselves anyway) we always smile and reach for each other, telling ourselves that is a future to look forward to. :)
Thank you Andrea. It's good to know that the emotion comes through. I'm glad you liked it. :)
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