Hand in hand they walk by.
The little girl is looking up
To the man she has never seen cry,
His chest sticks out a little more
As they walk, hand in hand, through the store.
And here I am, a piece
In my puzzle of memories.
A forever release
Of my hand -- jealous
For the dad and little girl who used to be us.
This is a beautiful, sad memory. My heart cries for that little girl. who will one day walk with him again, and that makes my heart smile. ♥️