As Long As She Lets Me
She is getting big. Off to Kindergarten next year. And there are moments when I can glimpse the land past little-girlhood. But for now she still grabs my hand before we cross the street. And I hold it and we walk. Forward and across. You know something?
I will hold her hand as long as she lets me.
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In Life, are you more focused on the things that will end or the things that will begin?