Your small hand
Wraps around my fingers-
Bulky
Large
Overpowering,
Compared to your fragileness.
I feel so minute,
Insignificant,
In this world.
Yet so great,
Irreplaceable,
In your innocent eyes.
I wonder at times
What type of woman
You’ll be,
In five
Ten
Twenty years
Down life’s road.
Shaped
By the influence
Of those around you,
Molding
Creating
What will be your morals.
I hold your hand,
As we walk
Through this new world
You’re beginning to understand.
And my only wish,
My silent pray
Is only;
You don’t grow up
To be me.
~*~Dedicated to my little cousin Kessandra whom I love dearly and hope all the blessing of God come to her~*~
