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Your Little Hand in Mine

We watched a toad leap through emerald tufts of grass,

Your little hand in mine.

We pressed footprints in the sand and dipped our toes,

Your little hand in mine.

We licked dripping ice cream cones one bright, hot noon,

Your sticky hand in mine.

We made S’mores by the firelight one cool, still night,

Your sticky hand in mine.

 

We saw fireflies dance as crickets’ chorus played,

Your little hand in mine.

We gazed at winking stars as sleep closed your eyes,

Your little hand in mine.

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One Response to Your Little Hand in Mine

  1. I’m going to tell Grandma Awald that you are taking over as the family poet. She will be very plesased and touched.

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