Tiny Hands

Tiny hands, alluring hands
Soft and pink and new
Immaculate and flawless
Are the hands belong to you.

Minimal and delicate
Fragile, small, contrite
Prime and slight and cordial
Are the hands sustain the night.

Private, cold, unnerving
Quintessential and discreet
Untimely, still and brimful
Are the hands beneath my feet.

Tiny, soft, intrepid hands
Held dreams to carry more.
Cracked and dry and weathered,
As they saw you to the door.

There is no break in flesh to sway
This dreamer from the line
For those tiny, pink, uncharted hands
Forever lay in mine.

To: Josie
Love, Mom