I held her hand
so tiny and fragile
only a few weeks old
she seems to look at me
so blissful
I felt such a sensation inside
I am a hero
and she is my heroine
future is all she has
my love can only speed her on
she coos at my soft words
understanding the intent
just not the words
I carry her
light as a feather
to nurture and help her grow
if I can be her guiding light
then her path will be clear
I will burn as the candle in the wind
flickering but illuminating
watching her grow
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