there's no greater
feeling
than to hold the hand
of my two-year
old little,
gigantic man
he goes through
life
no plan in mind
laughing and giggling
wandering to find
the closest thing
he can reach
he brings it to life
he brings it to me
he touches and smells
and finds all the bells
and when he says
"hold hand peease"
my heart warms
to a zillion degrees
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