Little hands

A poem

When those little hands came into this world,

That day my heart rapidly swirled.

When those little hands held my finger for the first time,

That feeling is something beyond I can define.

When those little hands touched my face,

I realized this was my- happy place.

When those little hands would start to clap,

It was difficult to let you go from my lap.

When those little hands grabbed the first toy,

It was a sight to sit and enjoy.

When those little hands started holding things,

It was time for a new little swing.

When those little hands tried to grab a bite,

I knew it was going to be a long night.

When those little hands, were used to crawl,

It was time to build small little walls.

When those little hands helped him from falling,

Long gone were the days of crying and bawling.

When those little hands asked for my help to walk,

I knew it was time to open those door locks.

When those little hands wanted to come out of the crib,

I knew it was time for a new bed trip.

When those little hands were trying to hold a crayon,

I knew great masterpieces were going to be drawn.

When those little hands were holding the school bag,

It was hard not to be happy and brag.

When those little hands were waving bye-bye,

I wanted to stay there and never say goodbye.

When those little hands wanted me to let them be free,

I realized your hands were no longer little- my sweet pea.