The Promise


Hands clasped to mine we have walked.

As giants together we have faced our adventures.

And now you face it alone as you have done before.

And I face mine as I hurt not to be with you.

You, a daughter of determined demands.

I love your endurance I shower it with pride.

You a daughter of laughter and mischief.

Who embellishes her independence.

Then looks back to see if I am still there, watching.

My promise is maybe silent.

Be certain I will keep it.

My hand reaches out to clasp yours.

I will never let go.

I will be there when you look back.

From the corner of your eye.

To an aching piece of heart.I am there.

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