He comes to me for a hand to hold, and for the security only my arms can provide.

nothing should be
more precious
than a child
nothing should be more
contagious than a smille
of a child
nothing should be
more cared of
than a child
nothing should be more
hugged with affection
than a child
tell me stranger
what is more beautiful and precious
than any dear child

-Mencita Monoi Angel -