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 the wife of a guitar-playing, worship-leading, adventure-loving husband. I am the mother of three incredible sons: two of whom recently surpassed me in height, and one of whom I am going to pretend is still my baby. I am saved by grace; a daughter of the King who was and is and is to come. *** I am a regular contributor at Today’s Christian Woman, a monthly blogger at Inspire a Fire and have freelanced for a variety of publications including Chicken Soup for the Soul and Guideposts. *** The 500 Dresses ministry that I started with my mom in 2010 is our way of answering the call to serve those in poverty.

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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