Tiny Hands Poem by Richa Tiwari Joshi

Her tiny hands, touch me and i try to recall her first flutter inside my womb,
Was it just yesterday when she came into my world or has it been few months, since she has outgrwon her doll..
was it her trust on me, that she chose me over others, to be her mom...
or, is it a simple game of destiny, whatever, it is, i am glad, that it happened..
she has tied my being around her world og kitty and bunny,
With her by my side, i am beginning to forget, what loss means and how is the noise of shattered hopes..
I have left all behind, which once claimed my life,
she means a world to me and i waish her a beautiful happy life..
I pray with all my might, that she always find peace and love and whereever she goes, she always find her way back home..