Pitter, patter of little feet
Reaching, climbing on my lap's seat
Little hands and small curls
These sisters, these tiny girls
Don't worry now, I'll slow my stride
Don't worry now, on my shoulders you'll ride
Don't worry now, you'll grow up in due time
Don't worry now, you'll be just fine
Bight eyes but brighter smiles still
You don't know how much your hands heal
Their reaching grasp is enough to make me stay
They're enough to make me live through this day
Walk with me now and let me show you the way
Of how not to repeat all of my burdens and mistakes
And you, in turn, can teach me how to love without end
How, instead of seeing enemies, I'll see friends
For I am my sister's keeper
Their guard against looming danger
And they are their sister's keeper
And they will never leave her
YOU ARE READING
CLUTCH
PoetryI really never thought that I'd be making more poems, but here I am, still writing. I hope that everyone likes them, and their unique style.
