A Letter For My Newest + Leetlest Travel Companion

this leetle hand in mine

This leetle hand in mine.
Something I often think about from time to time.

This leetle hand for me to hold.
This leetle hand for me to mold.

This leetle hand that sometimes feels independent, wild, + free.
This leetle hand that other times so desperately needs me.

This leetle hand will grow + grow.
This leetle hand will have so much to do + to show.

This leetle hand may happily join another.
Perhaps this leetle hand will one day too become one of a mother.

This leetle hand may extend in peace + break new ground.
My hope is for this leetle hand to connect people from all around.

This leetle hand will shake, clap, wipe tears, + wave.
One day — I pray far, far from now — this leetle hand will lay flowers at my grave.

So for today, I will focus on simply this leetle hand in mine.
This leetle hand in mine alone, before I blink + this leetle hand has grown.

xx,