Let me hold your hand

I have often said to Betty that maybe someone can take care of her better then I, but, no one can or will with as much love as I have for her. Betty wrote me a poem during this time of her illness that I frequently read.

Let me hold your hand
Let me hold your hand as we go downhill
We’ve shared our strength and we share it still.
It hasn’t been easy to make the climb.
But the way was eased by your hand in mine,
Like the lake, our life has had ripples too,
Ill health, and worries and payments due.
With happy pauses along the way,
A graduation, a raise in pay.
At the foot of the slope, we will stop and rest.
Look back, if you wish, we’ve been truly blessed.
We have been spared the grief of being torn apart.
By death, or divorce or a broken heart.
The view ahead is one of the best,
Just a little farther and we can rest.
We move more slowly, but together still.
Let me hold your hand as we go downhill.