A hand that touched my childhood
One so warm and tender
Who’s love In all its splendour
Consoling the disconsolate
To a bosom did surrender.
Youth yearning for the succour
Of a healing helping hand
Embracing without question
In a magic wonderland.
Lifting fears with laughter
hand to wipe a tear
Settled by the knowledge
Of your presence drawing near.
Jpoet7 ( @wordverse.me )