Hand In Hand

It's a November when I find myself walking  My hand holding yours Side by side arms swaying Your little fingers interlocking with mine. I believe it is a happy day. I think it shows on your little sun-tanned face. I feel it myself from deep within. Slowly welling up like a spring of water From a dry ground, long athirst. I see the sun walking along gently in pace with us Touching your brown nose and passing your limbs. Blessing you with a soft radiance and blissful joy a child can only know. Your school uniform lighter than cerulean sky  Matching your gaiety, perfecting a mother-child moment. Dotting the passing clouds with pure colors of your innocence and laughter. Gigantic floating cotton balls of clouds like stringed balloons; oh, please hold onto them,  cease 'em before away they fly. A moment to treasure when things aren't as happy as they should. A many of this I pray to come, A joyful carefree walk with my little boy; Now, a mother's hand held by her small son.