LITTLE FINGERS:

Tiny little fingers folded, upon entry to his earth,

Each counted with temerity, by Papa at his birth,

As pink as mermaid´s kisses, gentle & rosy pale,

Each fingertip with small shell, of tiny perfect nail.

 

In talcum folded prayer & clenched in sweaty sleep,

All his tiny dreams, within tight fist he´d safely keep,

In sweetie-sticky fingers, bugs & worms would wiggle,

Tickling his tiny pink digits & reducing him to giggles.

 

From grubby little grasps, sharing lollies with his buddy,

Together with scraped knees, little fingers always muddy,

Yet at night, around my neck, & in tender tendrils curled,

The love from his little fingers, around my heart enfurled.