my hands ache to hold you

My hands ache to hold you

My child, my love, my sweetness

My arms ache to squeeze you

My own, my precious, my most cherished

 

You are not my child by blood, but by love

And I love you

And I miss you though I’ve never met you

And I ache, I ache to hold you

From the deepest spring of my soul.

 

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Read this to see the ones my arms ache for:

http://raisinghands.wordpress.com/2012/09/21/the-kids-my-arms-ache-for/

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