Baby Hands and Feet
Whenever I see a baby passing by me on the street
I smile…
you see I’m captivated by their baby hands and baby feet.
It reminds me of the miracle of birth
and
how swiftly our time goes
when I see their little fingers…
and count their little toes.
I remember when my children and grandchildren were babies…
Was it really that long ago
when I held their baby hands in mine
and tickled their baby toes?
And again I think how time moves ever onward
does not stop
will not repeat
and how we must cherish every moment
of baby hands and baby feet.
Knowing babies grow up…
that it’s all part of the plan
I look into the parents' eyes and whisper…
“Enjoy this while you can”.
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