'This Small Hand' by Lewis F. Dalton: Part of SOON Online Magazine

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This Small Hand

I watch the mother
And the child, across the way.
The hand she is holding
Soon will be slipping away.

Does she know
How brief the time,
Or is the thought shielded
And wrapped in love?

Blinding her to tomorrow,
When the child is gone.
These moments shared,
Yet left in shadows.

Footfalls in the night.
Yesterday Today Tomorrow
Fragments extending,
Caught and held
Yet, not remembered.

Both are eternal,
Millions of times
Before and after,
Ending and beginning.
These footfalls, this small hand,
held so tightly.

©2003 Lewis F. Dalton

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Real stories of people who found true happiness.	VISITOR PAGE