The
little hands of time wait for no one.
Each day becomes part of their past.
They need someone strong to hold on to.
They need someone�s love that will last.
Fingers that wrap around tightly,
Arms that cradle and hold,
Children need love you can feel and touch
Just as much as they need to be told.
Hearts
that have been bruised and broken,
Sometimes take a long time to mend.
Security comes very slowly at first,
But it�s worth every moment that�s spent . . .
Offering
hope for tomorrow,
Helping them deal with today,
Giving them love that�s so safe and secure
That they�re able to find their own way.
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