Little hands

Little hands that reach to touch you. 

Little hands that hold you tight.

Little head upon the pillow

As he lays sleeping every night.

Little eyes that look for knowlege.

And a smile that lights the room.

Playing with his little cars .

As he pushes they go zoom.

He grows an inch a month now.

But he really isn't tall.

We keep track of all the inches.

With a mark upon the wall.

He walks with me beside him.

His steps are really slow.

Compared to mine their tiny.

In the dust the prints they show.

At two years old a genius.

For the child is really smart.

No predjudice will you find here .

From grandma's loving heart.