Little Foot didn’t wanna wake,
she’d much rather sleep in instead.
We roused her from her morning slumber,
“Oh mummy, what a bummer!”
Yet as we sat in solitude strapped up in the car,
Our little lady held my hands as she gazed afar.
I looked at our fingers curled around each other’s,
I think, “yes this is what it means to be a mother”.
I wanna hold your hands, it read,
This feeling, it melts my heart,
I know I would forever and ever reciprocate.