Revisionist Poetry – “Your Little Hand in Mine” – For the Love of My Child, v.4

Note: I tried to reimagine this one as a story a parent could read to their young child.

I love to hold your hand,
so tiny, soft, and warm.
You smile at me, and suddenly
the whole wide world feels kind.

We look at birds and flowers,
at puddles, bugs, and stars,
and every little thing we see
is lovely just because you are.

Your laugh is bright and happy,
like sunshine in the sky.
When you are near, my heart feels full,
and time goes floating by.

So come and walk beside me,
my dear one, day by day.
My favourite place in all the world
is where your hand stays in mine.