Hands

Hands made to grasp my finger

Find your toes

Grab a toy

Hands made for peek-a-boo games

Shy high fives

Angry fists

Hands made to scrawl your first name

Clutch a pencil

Catch a ball

Thirty two weeks before anyone holds you

Your hands grow

Tiny

Fragile

Too easy to cast away

Too hard to see when the world

Threatens to forget me

To leave me in the shadows

Clutching your hand.

My hands shake but I know

Your hands will shape the world

For one person or a million,

And I will know

It was worth the shadows

To stand on that day

Grasping your hand.