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I’m holding my daughter’s hand

not

learning to ride a bike

but

across a hospital bed as she

sleeps on.

I’m holding my daughter’s hand

not

walking down the aisle or

with cap and gown

but

across a hospital bed as she

sleeps on.

I’m holding my daughter’s hand

not

for a moment

or  for the

twinkling of an eye

but

forever

across a hospital bed as she

sleeps on

holding my hand.