hold my hand, gentle boy
even when you do not want to
i need to feel the grittiness
of your hands
and feel the resistance as you pull back
you are three and do not
need your mother
or at least that is the way
it feels
at times
i know you need me
you are only three
after all
so let me sear
the grittiness and
dirty fingernails and chocolate
chip waffle smudged cheeks
into my brain
before you are off
conquering and adventuring and
being you
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