Hold out your hand

Hold out your hand my child
But not as begggar's plea
Know instead that always
I await your call, you see

Do not think to thank me
For my being who I am
Come your time, my child
You'll understand why I am

Hold out your hand my child
I ask only for your moment
Stay with me a short while
Now my life is almost spent

Do not think to mourn me
For having completed my time
For I have had your love
And that made my life sublime

Terry Rhiannyr
September 2014