Discoveries
Discoveries
A child put her small hand
in my big hand.
Trusting me to show her
the world.
As we walked, she suddenly knelt
and stared with wonder
at the ant
crawling along the ground.
She put her little hand
back in my big hand.
And we continued
so I could show her
the world.
She froze and looked up
As the sound of far-off honking
heralding a flock of geese
coming our way.
Again we set off
hand in hand
to see the world.
She stopped and laughed
as she lifted her smiling face
to feel the wind softly blowing
through her hair and across her cheek.
I put my big hand
in her little hand
and we continued on our journey
of discovery.
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