Between My Arms.

Before the morning calls the street
awake,
I gather you against my chest,
Your breath a gentle drum, teaching me patience.
From the first cry that split the night,
I learned courage by answering you.

Your small finger holds tomorrow with
confidence,
Tracing my strength as if it were always
yours.
In your laughter, the house remembers itself;
In your tears, I become shelter.

They may not know the weight I carry
gladly—
The prayers stitched into every step I
take,
The quiet battles fought so your path stays clear.
If the world ever doubts you,
Return to my arms; they will remind you.

No distance can thin this bond;
No passing season can loosen it.
I stand, I wait, I remain—
Your first home,
Your constant beginning.

Thank you, @moeknows and @hive-161465, for this amazing challenge.

SEE YOU SOON