Hands full
Food to share, lawn chair
Tiny, lovely hands in ours
Or a new love to welcome in.
With a cane or on our own,
We climb to share our lives
One day a year.
Talk of jobs, kids, joys and at times, fear.
Race a little, laugh a lot, eat plenty, and praise.
Going home, hands emptier, hearts knowing,
When we are no longer
We will be here still,
In those climbing the hill.
CLC