Reaching to you

The smile that I see reaching out to you,

Makes me think that you’ll let me through.

Our hands almost touch,

Voices to be heard,

I am almost there,

Don’t be absurd.

I feel your fingertips,

Soft and light.

You try to hold them,

But they are shaking in my sight.

I hold your hand,

Steady and still.

As i whisper,

“Don’t worry I am here.”

I feel you now in my arms,

You are so cold and small.

Don’t worry child,

I will nurse you,

And you will be the best of them all.