Fingers Shiver in Their Grasp © Marion Pennell

Fingers shiver in their grasp
Where once before in well remembered places
Hands held firm but tender
around reddened tear-stained faces
And brushed away the salty tears
and held at bay the haunting fears
Now fingers shiver in their grasp
Withered branches weather beaten through the years

Something I should be doing more of
Prayers get answered now and then
And it never hurt a soul for trying
To save a friend

Thank God there's someone praying for me
I often don't do right by myself
I think I'll do some praying for you
To save your health
And mind and heart
Need a new start
The last one you got was a lemon
It fell apart

There must be something deep inside you
you want to kill before it escapes
But the holes in your arm let it breathe easy
It's taking shape
It's taking form
Here comes the storm

Rest in peace Dave B.

© Marion Pennell