Your hand in mine,

As you swing it back and forth.

My hand fully envelopes yours,

And my burdens are monumentally larger than yours as well.

You show me the tricks you learned,

And ask me all these questions,

I realized I don’t have the answer to.

I’m still searching for my own answers,

But you’re content with your life.

Your four years of age seem minimal compared to my fourteen.

But you have found happiness where I have not.

I wish I was as young as you,

Able to be carefree again.

But now I have weight on my shoulders,

That won’t leave anytime soon.

You carry your innocence with pride,

Since you haven’t seen how cruel this world really is yet.

But with your little hand in mine,

It brings back all of the memories,

Of how the mundane was extraordinary and magical,

When I was young.

(Guys I literally love kids. I was volunteering to keep track of them today for something, and omg Seraphina held my hand and she was just the sweetest soul on the planet.)