A.N Something sorta cuter! I hope...
Don't walk in front of me,
I may not follow.
Don't walk behind me,
I may not lead.
Don't walk a space between me,
I may wonder off.
Just hold my hand
and I'll be there.
That's a guarantee.
A.N I believe there are more poems pretty similar to this one, so I'm not crediting myself. That is my last poem of this book. I hoped you liked them! You can ask me anything! Love, Sinead.
