Their Little Hands

For my three children

Photo by Diana Polekhina on Unsplash

Mother’s Day had me reminiscing this year. My children grew up too fast.

I have realized that we were so busy being parents and dealing with the day-to-day grind, that we didn’t get to truly enjoy our children when they were small.

Time flies by, and before I knew it they were moving out and starting their own careers and families.

I am so thankful I took the time to trace their hands and write these poems when they were little.

It was 1995.

I hope you enjoy them.

Photo by jakeirns.

Brad’s Hand

I remember this hand of yours
When it was tiny and small.

I remember catching you
When you would start to fall.

This hand of yours will always be
A very special part of me.

You and I, two of a kind
You are always on my mind.

Now I can look and see your hand
Whenever I may want.