Small yellow curls

lay fresh on my memory
and the sound of simple giggles
ring in my mind 
like so many chimes in the wind. 
 
Small pink hands 
grasped softly my finger
as the rocker swayed  
back and forth
counting love’s ways. 
 
Yesterday, as close
and as far away as forever.
Now a woman stands 
just as fresh and new
as the babe once in my arms. 
 
How does one let go and still hold on?