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Mine to Hold, Mine to Love
Posted by Hannah, Feb 27. 124 views. ID = 678
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Her eyes look at me
Her eyes
So expressing love
Such loving innocence
So much innocent trust
Their trust is often
Shoved aside
As are they
I still can't believe
One of those
Lovable beings is mine
She is mine to hold
Mine to love
I hug and kiss
Her soft, pink face
I laugh as she laughs
I cry as she cries
I wake whe she wakes
I play when she plays
I fall when she falls
She calls me to her
She tells me stories
She sings and dances proudly
I still tuck her in at night
Though she tells me
"I'm a big girl"
She'll always be my baby
She is mine to hold
Mine to love
Her friends I don't trust
Though they are young,
Children can be cruel
They can hate
More than some adults
I try to keep her from pain
She finds it anyway
She is growing
I hate that she is
She comes home
Blushing and smiling
I ask her "what's up?"
She tells me of the boy
The boy who has caught her eye
She is mine to hold
Mine to love
She invites girls to the house
I don't know them
They laugh and joke,
Talk of boys and nail polish
They talk of celebrities and singers
Music and movies
They scream and laugh
She wears clothes
That shock me
Though I know
I wore much the same things
At her age
She is gorgeous
My little girl is little no more
She is still mine to hold
Mine to love
He comes over
She introduces me to him
I can't believe my eyes
He can't be as young as she says
He isn't good enough for her
No one will ever be
I will like no one she brings home
She smiles sweetly to the camera
Her white dress flows around her
Her face glows, as does mine
It is finally here
Her big day
The day she had imagined for twenty years
She is no longer
Only mine to hold
Mine to love
He is good
I love him as a son
He is good for her
I will miss her
Though she will live close
Close isn't close enough
I smile politely
Her stomach protrudes
Past her chest
My little girl
Has one of her own
I am happy
I will spoil the being inside of her
I will be a grandma
He will be mine to hold
Mine to love
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Comments
Jeorge
Feb 28 | hhmmm...both sad and happy at the same time. I like this. :)
~Posted by Jeorge, Feb 28 | 
Katie
Feb 28 | This is great!! I especially love the ending. :-)
~Posted by Katie, Feb 28 |
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