My Daughter's Hand

There was a time
when I would hold
my daughter's little hand
and we shared a world
of joy and laughter
purpose and fulfillment.
Now my daughter
holds the hand
of a younger man than I
and shares with him
that joy and laughter
purpose and fulfillment.
I hold the hand
of a memory
and try to understand
there was a time
when I would hold
my daughter's little hand.