Darryl
I love your hands.
The utterly fearless way you stood on the very top of the ladder to paint the beams in the living room of the house we bought.
Precision lines of perfection in paint.
The color I chose because I chose it.
Tireless hands, always working -
Mowing, laying out the sprinkler lines in your perfect way.
We did chores together. Hugging every time we passed in the hall.
Smiling at the sheer joy of having found each other, like needles in a haystack,
In this big wide world of souls. Third time’s a charm, we say to each other.
Our personal joke at private loss. No baggage weighed us down.
Your hands.
Packing the boat on Friday nights for Saturdays at the lake.
Peace and beautiful sunrises
Speed on skis, tricks
Me just hanging on. You so good at everything.
Holding me as we watch the moon.
I can see your kindness in your hands. Large strong hands.
Tender touches soft as whispers
In your arms I have no fear, no worries, no regrets.
My life in your hands.
You found me broken and pieced me back together.
Showed me who I am and let me be me.
My heart in your hands.