A tiny hand,

Grasping mine.

So delicate,

So frail and fine.

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 My lips move,

A promise made.

My whole past,

Away it fades.

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The one thing,

I won’t mess up.

This weak grip, 

The world it stops.

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All I wasn’t,

Now I am.

My baby boy,

My darling Sam.

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