With such a delicate touch he holds her
Knowing the pain she has been carrying alone
Too proud to share what she has to bear
She fought to hide it while her smile shone.
But he knew her too well to let it go
Patiently talking and keeping her at ease
He explains what will happen in the days ahead
And they look out the window at the clouds and trees.
So many thoughts they share of days gone by
Not voicing the concerns for how many more there are
The gentle touch as they sit silently pondering the future
Enough will be the journey to come, no matter how far.
Frail as she is becoming there is an inner strength
Firm is the grip as he helps her with his gentle hands
Neither wants to look too far down the road they travel
But each sees the place beside which in the future he stands.