Your Little Hand in Mine

When my day is complete, tucked in beside you, I, the mother hen.
Your little hand in mine, your softest touch against my rough sands.
I can feel you, from my palm, your being, then ingrained deep in my spine.
My precious tiny human, my pride, my joy, a part of me, intertwine.

The strength of your innocent mind, your song for me, a melody so divine.
A lullaby, your sleepy voice, a horizon of