Momma's Hand

I looked up at you,
looked up to you, too.
You held my tiny hand in yours
and never strayed from my side.
You led me through everything new
until you knew I could stand on my own.
Momma, you held my heart, too...

Years passed by
and I still looked up to you
though the angle was different.
I knew I could count on you
when I needed a hand to hold onto
or a shoulder to cry on.
Momma, you held my heart, too.

It seemed such a short time
just the blink of an eye
before you held tiny new hands.
We led them together, as you had before.
Again I looked up to you
with wiser eyes than before.
Momma, you held my heart, too.

I couldn't even protest
and I was looking down at you,
your small hand in mine
but still I looked up to you
and held on so tight
but I couldn't follow where you went that night.
Momma, you hold my heart, too.