Holding a Small Hand
my hands are worn with age
her hands are plump with youth
the loving is the same though
In their clasp there is a truth
I hold the future in my hand
she holds memories of the past
her grandma is the tie that binds
One day she will understand at last
such trust in her little grasp
and security and love in mine
together we will walk the path
I know for her stars will yet align
Holding hands a lovely treasure
A small gift given without measure...
Barbara Gorelick
12/13/13
With These Hands contest
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