His Hands

Baby Koen . . . 

you open one eye . . . 

then maybe the other, 

listening to the sounds 

of your sister and brother. 

I'm mesmerized as I watch 

the varied expressions 

that cross your face. 

I love how your legs 

tuck up against you 

to make you ever so small, 

and how your arms flail 

when you realize there's no wall. 

I love your quick little breaths

and sounds coming forth 

like blissful sighs. 

But, funny thing, 

most I marvel when 

your outstretched hands I see. 

Hands that make me wonder 

what one day you will be . . . 

And I whisper a prayer 

that you will use them 

to show a heart just as big. 

With love, your Mimi