Because you won't always fit in my hand

You don't feel well.
Your tummy hurts,
Or your ear.
Maybe you're cold
Or scared
Or feeling lonely.

I might be tired,
Or hungry,
Or frustrated.
Maybe you cried all day
Or all night
Or both.

But I will hold you and comfort you,
Because you won't always be this little.
You'll grown up too fast
And you won't need my touch.
One day too soon
I'll be chasing you for hugs.