I hold Tilly’s hand, and she holds mine,
Curtis can yet only grasp one finger at a time.
But oh how special it makes me feel,
To touch my beautiful children and know that they are real.
Our hands are important – because they’re all that we do,
From discovering new objects, learning to eat, to tying a shoe…
I wonder what great things my children’s hands will explore?
For me, just getting to hold them will be the best thing for sure.
Right now my hands are constantly: holding, cleaning, folding, washing, wiping, picking up, cooking, driving, explaining, playing, loving…
They don’t get much time for: typing, writing, painting, creating, pampering or relaxing...
They’re constantly busy and on the go,
Touching my beautiful children is the best thing they know.
And this will not change for as long as I live,
Being able to love and care and continue to give.
My hands will go through all the joys and the pain,
They’ll help sort through old photos and re-live it again.
And at the end when my hands are weak and quite old,
They will reach out for the hands of my children to hold.
Such a strong, loving connection exists through that touch,
Just holding onto a hand can communicate so much.
Beautiful.
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