On The Palm Of My Hand Poem by Joyce Rwambali

Though far away, your fingers still stay locked in between mine;
On the palm of my hand, i hold you tight, keeping your last embrace;
Though goodbyes may be sad, memories are there to comfort you;
On the palm of my hand, your hand rests there too;
Though the nights may be rough, the nightmares ever so revealing, dreams paint a lovely picture;
On the palm of my hand, i have you and you have me to keep forever.