Helping Hand
By Phyllis Juhlin Park
He placed his chubby, trusting hand in mine,
And slowing up my pace to meet his own,
I helped the small uncertain legs along,
The rugged path before his wondering eyes.
Today he takes my care-worn hand in his,
And now, adjusting strides beyond my strength,
He guides my tired, weary legs along,
The rugged path before my fading sight.
(1951)
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I am getting closer to the second verse of this than I am to the first and certainly appreciate the message! Thank you for posting it.
This is very sweet and her form is wonderful. Exact parallelism and the complete story in just 2 stanzas. I’m glad there was a venue for these amateur poets.