His Tiny Hands

Posted byHeather CongrovePosted inPoemsTags:, ,



His tiny hands wrap around mine.
His way in the world he is trying to find.

As his footsteps grow stronger,
my hand he needs no longer.

Slowly but surely he will drift away,
oh how I dread that day.

When he becomes a man
with the whole world in his hand.

I’ll look back and see them stressful days we’re not so bad
and I should’ve been thankful for the time that I had.

I need not to focus on bills, work, or dishes
and focus more on his wishes.

A little more mommy is what he needs.
Even if it’s just cuddling and watching tv.

Because one day I will want these days back,
but the power I will lack.

So I’m going to forget about everyday stress
or the house being a mess.

I’m going to focus on my little man.
I will be his biggest fan.

His laugh, his cute little games, or the way he says my name,
nothing is quite the same.

The way he sleeps, the way he sings,
the way he loves the simplest things.

Nothing can compare
to the love that we share.

Nothing is better than me being there every step of the way,
each and every day.

So I can be my son’s hero
and my regrets be zero.

And take everyday as a blessed opportunity
to be the best mom I can be.

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28 thoughts on “His Tiny Hands”

  1. I have never forgotten the amazing day my son was born when the Doctor, who delivered him while I held my wife’s hand, handed me a pair of snips and allowed me to cut his umbilical cord.

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    1. Thank you for your comment. I wrote this about ten years ago when my son was an infant. He is not 11 and I have two other children. It was heartwarming and nostalgic to find this poem and I am so excited to have a place to share it.

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  9. Wise words, Mom. I remember my little boy coming into the kitchen and saying, “Mommy, I wanna cuddle wif you.” And I would drop everything and comply.😏💕
    Now he’s in another city with boys of his own, and I have to travel to “cuddle wif them.” (And THEY are growing up too fast! 💔)

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    1. It truly is heartbreaking isn’t it. I am grateful mine are still young although I wrote this 10 years ago when my son was a baby. I try to cherish the moments but they slip away so fast and everyday life can make it difficult.

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  10. But you’re making sure there will be no regrets when they’re grown and on their own. And there’s something wonderful, though in a different way, about having adult children who are your friends, equals, and someday even those who take care of YOU. ❤ (Thankfully, I’m not quite there yet, although I do rely on my kids for “tech support.” – *eye roll* )

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    1. Thank you for your comment. I haven’t officially announced it 🤫 but I have a few illustrators currently working on a few of my writings for children’s books. I cannot not say this poem came to mind but It is now on the list for consideration. I appreciate you taking the time to suggest this, I probably wouldn’t have thought about it. Thank you for reading and God bless.

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      1. Awww, that’s great to hear, Heather. Congratulations! Let us know when the book comes out. I’d love to support you. Cheers.

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