grey t-shirt with kids

nestled in mine

fitting to perfection

despite time passing

soft. tender. belonging.

for years i have treasured

this act of bond.

it’s fleeting and i’m aware

that one day you’ll choose

a new hand to hold,

mine left to wrinkle alone.

remembering

your softness,

your innocence,

your magic

until one day again

you’ll rest your hand in mine

and in heaven i’ll dwell once more.