Touch of Love

Though she wasn't mine to call,

I held her first,

Wrapped her in my arms,

Her fingers accross my neck,

Her tiny toes so playful,

The world felt divine. 

The sight of her smiling,

The way she curled her lips,

Made me drop a tear.

The way she slept,

Her cheeks so pinkish,

Slightly curling her body,

Not letting go of my hand,

Her fingers in mine, while beside her, I lay,

I know all will be fine, 

For "mom", she would say.

Though she wasn't mine to call,

I held her first,

Wrapped in my arms, 

Her head on my chest,

A kiss of love, I planted upon her.