To Hold

Hands that once
squeezed the life
from  it...
Are once again
the palms where
It sits

Cold hands that
once took all its
warmth away...
Are the same
hands that are
entrusted today.

Fingers that once
pulled and tore
it apart...
Now so lovingly
hold and cherish
my heart.

May this time
be different...
May this time
be right...
My heart was
not created to
endure such
a plight.