holding hand
i held the hand
pale ,glowing hand
giving me strength
as we walk through
the land
we were chosen
chosen by the dozen
to let go
let go of the hand
i was never chosen
not until today
my source will go
be taken away
he gave me over
then i held the hand of death
Poetry of a Blind Girl
By NadineMcgee
This a complete collection of the poetry which I have written over my lifetime. I hope that you enjoy them! More