These Hands

I love these hands.

These small, innocent hands that fit so well in mind

These hands that sweetly rub my face and brush my arms

These hands that reach out to me

These hands that clinch when he's mad

These hands that cross his chest when he pouts

These hands that pick up every stick, rock and small treasure he can find

These hands that bring me flowers and his newest recipe from the kitchen

These hands that swirl the paint and smear the soap

These hands that push away new food and grab his favorites

These hands that search for his favorite book

These hands that tackle Daddy

These hands that hug Romeo and Lucy

These hands that still find a way into his mouth

These hands that explore, discover and create

These hands that have so much power and are yet so helpless

These hands

These hands

I LOVE these hands.

A MOTHER HOLDS HER CHILD'S HAND FOR A MOMENT BUT HIS HEART FOREVER.