Sunday, March 3, 2013
Hannah
Tiny hands,
Grasp mine,
Expectant eyes,
Hold my gaze,
Laughter and smiles,
Giggles and wriggles.
A miracle you are,
A blessing from afar,
You are my light,
In the dark of night,
And a ray of sunshine,
When storm clouds are near.
I love you with so much of me,
It hurts to think one day,
You'll be so grown-up,
And leave to go your own way.
Oh how I cherish these few moments,
That are your baby years.
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