My Little Boy's Hands...

My little boy's hands

take me for a walk.

They like to lead me to the swings,

and they point and sign to talk.

My little boy's hands

try to shoot hoops and play b-ball.

They climb up playscapes and ladders,

and they come out to break a fall.

My little boy's hands

scoop up dirt and rocks.

They push cars and trucks

and often grab his feet to take off socks.

My little boy's hands

like to make a mess.

They scribble with his crayons,

and they play with food, I must confess.

My little boy's hands

like to drum and clap.

They move to the music,

and they like to tap, tap, tap.

My little boy's hands

like to touch things and explore.

They like to play patty-cake

and open and shut our door.

My little boy's hands

wave when he says "hi".

They cover his eyes for "peek-a-boo,"

and they blow kisses when he says "bye".

My little boy's hands

reach to give me hugs.

They often poke and tickle me

and scare me with plastic bugs.

My little boy's hands

like to help me bake a pie.

They like to be mommy's helper

without ever asking "why?"

My little boy's hands

like to flip the pages of his book.

They like to snuggle with his blankie

and rub his eyes with that bedtime look.

My little boy's hands

will grow to be big one day,

but while they are still little hands,

we'll make forever memories, and laugh, and play.