His Hands…By Jasmine

The tiny little fingers on his hands remind me of the timeless moments.

The smell of his hands is like the soft scents of candy and baby.

The taste of his hands is of sticky gummy worms that he eats.

When I hear the baby sleep I play with his hands and rub his little knuckles.

The way I feel when I see his hands is at peace. Like no one is there to mess up or make mistakes.

It’s just me and those little hands of his.