Little hands

I miss that look of total trust, small hand in mine as we step forward, that laughter, like diamonds, that sparkle in the glow of candlelight, those cuddles and kisses, of innocence, those times I watch you sleep, no more those little hands in my big hands, but love that never ends, and one day in the years to come, you might have little hands in yours, and I will hold those little hands and love them even more

Author: Peter

Writer and co-founder of From Heartbreak to Happiness

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