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.
© 1999. Tommy Jordan
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.