I Hold in My Hand

I hold in my hand,

The beginning and the end.

It starts like a new morn,

Shining down on the earth.

It begins to take shape,

Like a babe before birth.

It grows and expands

Until it fills up my heart

I hold in my hand,

The laughter and the tears.

The difference between happiness,

Or sad, lonely years.

The gift from another soul,

In this lifetime,

The meaning of all.

The rhythm and the rhyme.

I hold in my hand,

The love of another.

A gift from a friend,

Or family or lover.

What I do with this gift

Is completely up to me.

I’ll treasure it forever.

For all eternity.

-Valerie Jean