Little baby fingers and little baby toes,
So tiny, so perfect.
They grasp and they wiggle awake or in sleep,
Searching, inquiring of life.
Chubby soft fist that encircles my finger,
The grasp of total faith.
Rosebud toes not ready for life's roads,
But kick out, impatient to go.
Hold on to my finger just a little bit longer.
Let your tiny feet wait.
My hands are greedy for many more years,
And my heart's not ready to let go.
2004


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Searching, inquiring of life...
I still am LOL.
I can really connect with this having both my grandkids growing up fast. They want to grow and go and we want to hold them back. Life.