Morgit

The first time you held me... what was on your mind? Did you foresee the trials that awaited? Or was all you could concentrate on my tiny hand, not even able to wrap around your finger. Did you know that was only a small gesture of how much I would need you always? What of my small, relaxed face, could you see what kind of person was behind those eyes of blue? I have a feeling that somehow it didn't matter to you. I was small. You held me in your arms so delicately. Your very touch communicated to me. Your tenderness, your caring... Your love. I depended on you for everything. The food I ate, clothes I wore, the place I slept. My