Small hands create hope and peace

predictions of a future yet to arrive.

In her company, wonders never cease,

children are a fuel, it makes us feel alive.

Having her here feels like a second chance

erasing many mistakes made in my past.

That time isn’t done, it’s not my last dance

as my expiry date remains unsurpassed.

Watching the child play, eat, and even sleep

feels like a gift that not everyone deserves.

I’ll be a fair mentor, not a mindless sheep

being present even when she’s on my nerves.

I will love this child no matter where she goes

my oath to her no mater what shit life throws.