Little Hands


Today I'll hold my
babies hand and walk
beneath the sky;
we'll take our time and
wander, and watch the robin fly.

We'll stop along the
way to smell a rose
that's sweet, And
leave some footprints
in the dust made by
tiny feet.

But those tiny feet are
growing and those
hands are growing too;
Just yesterday it
seems you were so
small and new.

The memories tucked
deep in my heart are the
only things that last.
For those tiny baby
hands and feet will grow
up much too fast.

 (Patsy Gout)

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