Tiny hands awaiting greatness

Grasping,

reaching,

touching.

Hands,

you discovered your hands.

You joined them in a dance,

then let them fall to your sides

like leaves in a free fall.

You tug with eagerness

at your colorful toy.

You coo to it and to me.

Red, orange, green, polka dots, and stripes,

make your eyes light up.

Your lips purse together,

bubbles escape them.

I watch with delight,

as if for the first time

watching a miracle.

You choreograph with your fingers

a dance of discovery and beauty.