A Daughter's Hand

petite fingers slid out of my hand she walked away and her life began I was there for her beginnings a tear fell for I knew she was on her own

my little girl all grown up she is her own woman now a window of time has opened now rocking her to sleep in the middle of night when all her fears seemed so big brushing her hair to make her pretty walking her to the bus stop hand in hand and when her fingers slid out of my hand and she walked up the steps of the bus that is when I knew

petite fingers slid out of my hand she walked away and her life began I was there for her beginnings a tear fell for I knew she was on her own

the night she got off the phone all giddy and smiling for joy her first date with a boy I did not know she did not ask me what to wear nor did she need me to talk it over and it was then I knew in my heart

petite fingers slid out of my hand she walked away and her life began I was there for her beginnings a tear fell for I knew she was on her own

someday soon as I lay in bed and take the last breath for which I am granted she will take my hand and hold it tight and then will I remember when. . .

her petite fingers slid out of my hand as she walked away and her life began I was there for her beginnings a tear fell for she knew I was always there