IT WAS YOUR HANDS GOT ME
When you died it was your hands that got me.Your kidneys failed.Your hands swelled up.Those were never your hands.They were your handsBut they were never your hands.I held them tight, in the momentFor letting go. I had to learn thenTo let you go. When all you had to do to save yourselfWas sit in the chair,Don’t move,Ring your bell if you need to moveAnd we’ll help you, but with your compulsion...