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.
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