How I Knew It Was Your Hand Poem by Hal Caufield

I knew it was your hand.
Even though in my dream
I did not see
The sweetness of your face.
I felt its warmth and glow.
I felt the love from long ago.

You see, I believe
I have always known you hand.
And I was bound to feel it in this lifetime,
As I did when I loved you in the past.
So, I don’t have to see the beauty of your face
To know the warmness of your hand.

And as my days wane like a fading moon,
I know there will always be your hand.
When the time finally comes to shake
This mortal coil, the last of this
World I want to feel is the kindness of you hand.