My Hand

(For my friend, Sher, she loved this poem. So, I figured I'd post it for her here, as well.) When someone calls out I want my hand to be there Anytime Anywhere When you're in pain Down in thedirt Struggling to get up And obviously hurt As you look at theground With tear-blurred eyes You'll hear my voice And look up with a surprise You'll see a concerned face Extending a gentle hand Offering a shoulder to lean on And I pick you up out of thesand.