grow growing grown
Big hand mine, five fingers wrap
his small hand palm-sized
just hold on for a minute – note
this soft pink skin turning to sinew
while I hold it, while I think
I’m watching but when I blink
the baby’s hand is bigger
and my own big hand is gone.
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Too fast! Well done!
Oh ! Beautiful.
It does happen that fast! Nicely drawn.
the truth
I so enjoyed this poem.
Time does that!
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Very well said!