Is there a time when you speak my name

when walking along in pensive mind

in traffic's rush or glades of pine

do you still recall moments in time 

when we were close and I held your hand

to quell your fears your  anxieties

as most eight year olds wishing to stand

on their newfound untried strategies

As you approach your fiftieth year

your hand clasped to another's fears

do you recall how a calming hand

strengthened your heart to take a stand