Sunday, 20 March 2011

Letting Go

If I could, I would hold his hand forever. I would curl his little fingers tightly inside my fist and walk beside him, keeping him safe from harm.  

And yet I must let him go; knowing that he'll stumble and trip; knowing that he'll fall and cry; knowing that he'll walk away.


  1. He'll always be your little one and always need a hug. x

  2. He'll walk back to you too, for love and reasurance what ever his age.x