Tiny Fingers
Tiny Fingers
Hand in mine,
How have our seasons
Intertwined?
Blood of my blood
Eyes of my Eyes
Have I the right
To claim this prize?
Little one
Before me now,
So many questions
why...and how...
I'll wipe your tears
if you should cry,
and I'll forgive you
when you lie.
I'll make mistakes
and when I do,
I hope that you'll
forgive me too
and as the seasons
come and go,
with love and pride
I'll watch you grow.
This gift from GOD
that I adore,
Just when i can't...
I love you more.
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