David Henry Martin
Dearest Joyce,
I held your hand until it went cold
I’ll never let go of the love I hold
I held my tears so you would not know
How broken I would be if I let you go
I held my breath so I could hear
That yours was saying, “I am still here “
I held my voice and its silent words
So you would not know that I was scared
I held your hand until it went cold
Then an angel came and took hold
Forever Loving You, Dave



