In My Father's Hands
When I was born, I was so small
so I fit in my father's hand.
It made me feel secure,
as he rocked me night and day.
As I grew older, not much changed
because no one made me feel
like I felt being held
by my father's hand.
Imagining to be a princess
walking with the king
to a fairy land.
Now the roles have changed
but the feeling never will,
as I hold my father's hand,
for support when he is ill.
Even though he is old,
and his hair turned gray,
I feel so proud
to hold my father's hand.
Copyright ©2009 Maria Cruz Pulido
so I fit in my father's hand.
It made me feel secure,
as he rocked me night and day.
As I grew older, not much changed
because no one made me feel
like I felt being held
by my father's hand.
Imagining to be a princess
walking with the king
to a fairy land.
Now the roles have changed
but the feeling never will,
as I hold my father's hand,
for support when he is ill.
Even though he is old,
and his hair turned gray,
I feel so proud
to hold my father's hand.
Copyright ©2009 Maria Cruz Pulido
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