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 )