When I was small

my father’s hands were huge.

They were the whole universe,

so big I could just hold onto his little finger

with my whole hand.

So big that my world was safe

in his strong hands.

.

When my daughter was born,

her hands were so small,

A whole universe in her eyes,

so little she could just hold on

to my little finger.

So small that my hands

needed to steady her and keep her safe.

.

Now my granddaughter will be born

her hands will be so small.

A whole universe will be in her eyes.

Her parents hands will hold her.

They together will raise her,

and keep her safe.

No longer needing my hands

to do that for her.

 

© Words by Dan DeMarle 2016