Her hands grow by the day

Each time she holds on to me

She holds it a little tighter

As if it’s she that is clinging to me

And not I that is clinging to her

I’m always afraid

Afraid that someday she will outgrow my hand

That I will reach out

And grasp nothing but air

So when she grips my hand tight

I hold hers back tighter

Lift her into my arms

Kiss the soft hairs on the top of her head

And cradle her close

Someday her hands will grow

And that is okay

I will cherish today

Where she is small in my arms

Her hand wrapped tightly around my fingers