With my baby\'s hand

With My Baby’s Hand


Your tiny hand
Brings a universe to a little finger.
Your quiet, small smile
Dismisses the abyss of my sorrow.

In warm eyes faith lies,
Bound to a truth that rhymes
Beyond the omnipotent yoke of time.

We are a surviving continuity,
Belonging and longing for touch.

Cruelty’s craft smiles with her power,
But Love’s kindness will kindle in the darkest place.