Small Hands

The hand that holds mine

is tender but strong.

Two people, we walk together,

happily singing along.

Her long blonde hair

is tossed by the wind.

She laughs a small laugh

as it happens again and again.

She gazes at the world

through tiny blue eyes.

She knows only goodness,

not years built of lies.

With God’s help and guidance

I’ll be with her through the years

to love, help and hold her,

and calm all her small fears.

She looks in my eyes,

carefree and soft as a dove.

And I know that somehow

I must reciprocate her love.

If I could have only one wish,

then I wish it to be:

To keep my daughter beside me

and love her eternally.

This I wrote for my daughter, whom I love with all my heart, during a brief burst of ingenuity. I hope you like it. Please don’t copy this one or post it anywhere else without my permission first.
Thanks.