The Carefree Hold

A loving gesture makes its way through the eyes,

Stroking the little one resting strenuously on her palm

While his anxiety and the frightened moves

Could not let the comfort reach full,

Little was she aware of his fearful beats

Too engrossed in admiring the innocent clutches

Of soft and tender little cuddly rabbit

Wondered what made her gesture so different from mine.

Perhaps the carefree hold of my daughter took over mine.