Exceptional a quatern poem Her Hand by jim vecchio

I reach for a hand that’s not there Thinking, Lord, of her special touch I miss her, Lord, and love her so And wish I could have left with her Though there’s still much for me to do I reach for a hand that’s not there Knowing that she lives in your home I stand bereft now, all alone God of my Heart, Lord of my Soul Though she is gone, my Love’s alive I reach for a hand that’s not there Remind her, Lord, of my great Love All good things are a gift from Thee And love doth last eternally And in your time, nevermore will I reach for a hand that’s not there Recognized Author Notes This poem has 16 lines broken up into 4 quatrains (or 4-line stanzas). Each line is comprised of eight syllables. The first line is the refrain. In the second stanza, the refrain appears in the second line; in the third stanza, the third line; in the fourth stanza, the fourth (and final) line. There are no rules for rhyming or iambics.

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