My Son's Hand
The first time I touched his hand,
that feeling was hard to understand.
This little baby looking up at me,
through my tear full eyes all I could see.
Was this beautiful baby, my little boy,
my love, my spirit, my joy.
As his little hand held my finger tight,
he began to sleep all through the night.
JSergi
Contest :With These Hands
Visual #2
Date written 12/11/13
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