One day a child will cling to me
pressed against my heart
I hope. With hands of warmth surrounding
him, the one who will save my soul.
To be everything a child
Looks up to
In moments of joy and despair,
With tears and laughter too.
Is all that I can hope for today
For what else should I look forward to?
One day these hands will hold a child
Tucked softly and safely within
To cherish and enjoy and nurture them
Knowing true love lives herein.
Aug 28, 2022
Aug 28, 2022 at 9:05 AM UTC
One day a child will cling to me
pressed against my heart
I hope. With hands of warmth surrounding
him, the one who will save my soul.
To be everything a child
Looks up to
In moments of joy and despair,
With tears and laughter too.
Is all that I can hope for today
For what else should I look forward to?
One day these hands will hold a child
Tucked softly and safely within
To cherish and enjoy and nurture them
Knowing true love lives herein.
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