Hand Things Feet Things

It's the small gifts from small hands that I recieve each and every day: The incidental touch. A treasure that pauses his feet. Her hand in repose, while overtaken by quiet wonder at an 'ancient' find.







A school morning, we're running late. The quiet concentration of building brings me out to the hallway where he loves to play. How can I hurry him up?



My turn to rest now...!