• I see her for the first time
    grey eyes piercing into my blue
    something tells me I will remember this moment forever her soft skin against mine
    soft as a baby
    which she is

    Time passes her small fingers growing slightly larger
    she knows who I am
    her small hands cradle my pinky as if hanging on for dear life
    she finds protection in me and I am more than happy to offer it
    she understands that we are each other
    one hand like the other

    War and violence follow us black as a night
    forcing our hands apart
    I never thought that letting go for a small time would cause so much harm
    hands still never to move again
    pale with no life
    those grey eyes never to see the morning sun
    and her hands will never meet mine

    Black dawn a day later
    I grasp her hands for the last time
    never to feel the soft skin again