Waiting in the lunch line
Adrift in a sea of children
A little boy’s hand
slips unpretentiously into mine.
Back and forth he swings my arm
All the while
Chatting and giggling
With classmates around him.
This moment does not dissolve his heart.
The touch of my hand does not cause his eye to tear.
He is simply a little boy
Staking claim to his mama.
But to me it is more.
Those fingers all wrapped up in mine
I am wholly in love
In this brief moment.
Lost in a world
Where smooth little fingers mesh easily with aging hands
And the expression of a son’s love for his mama
Comes as naturally as laughing with his friends.
A world which
Upon a blink and a breath
Will pass from reality
by Kim Harms (I love my Lewis.)