The Stuff of Life

The Hand Holding Mine

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hands

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

Into memory.

by Kim Harms (I love my Lewis.)

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Author: Kim Harms

I am a contributor at CT Women (previously known as Today's Christian Woman where I was a regular contributor as well). I blog monthly at inspireafire.com and have freelanced for a variety of publications including Chicken Soup for the Soul, Guideposts, Thriving Family and Creation Illustrated. Cancer made an unwelcome visit in my breast in January 2016, and I am now working on a book about breast reconstruction after having gone through the insane process myself. My incredible husband of 18 years, Corey, is my biggest writing cheerleader and together we are having a ball raising our three growing boys; Carter 15, Owen 14 and Lewis 10.

3 thoughts on “The Hand Holding Mine

  1. So sweet…

  2. I am just catching up on your blog and I love love love this. Anything that makes me cry instantly is high on my list. Thanks for this poignant glimpse into “little boy” love. I understand it completely.

  3. Thanks Tori! You probably understand it better than I do, since I still have a little boy. But for some reason he just keeps growing 😦

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