Small hands create hope and peace
predictions of a future yet to arrive.
In her company, wonders never cease,
children are a fuel, it makes us feel alive.
Having her here feels like a second chance
erasing many mistakes made in my past.
That time isn't done, it's not my last dance
as my expiry date remains unsurpassed.
Watching the child play, eat, and even sleep
feels like a gift that not everyone deserves.
I'll be a fair mentor, not a mindless sheep
being present even when she's on my nerves.
I will love this child no matter where she goes
my oath to her no mater what shit life throws.
YOU ARE READING
Sonnets
PoesíaA collection of poetry written in a specific rhyme pattern. I hope you enjoy reading these sonnets as much as I did writing them.
