Hold You


As I sit in my chair I rock and I wait for the day my arms will no longer ache.

Ache to hold you and cuddle you tight.

Ache to squeeze you and kiss you goodnight.

Oh how I love you if you only knew, but I’m a stranger, someone foreign to you.

I look at your picture and take all of you in, your smile, your eyes, your sweet little chin.

I pray every day that the call will come and that your Umma is giving you plenty of love.

If I could reach around the world tonight in my arms I would hold you tight.