Your Handprint

December 28, 2009
Your hand print was burned into my skin,
your heart beat kept me breathing,

you brought me into this world,
showing me the wonderful things of life,

but you kept in mind,
that one day i was going to grow up,
one day,
I wasn't going to be your little girl anymore,

Now that day is here,
and here to stay,
You can't find how to deal,

every tear that meets your cheek,
creates a crack in my soul,

I don't want you to hurt,
you are still apart of me.

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LouisD said...
Mar. 19, 2010 at 10:09 am
I love this poem! I think it can relate to all of us teenagers! We all one day have to part from our family to start our own. No one can say this hasn't or won't go through this. Everyone goes through this feeling.
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