Soft hands
and giant feet -
still smaller than mine,
momentarily-
a moment
gone so quickly,
then another
disappears.
cherish each small breath-
tiny utterances of pieces
of sounds that try
to turn into words
eventually-
one...two...three
the simple starts of speaking
I teach.
he looks at me knowingly
with everything in his mind;
he holds on to whatever
I give him.
