Little hands

Little hands searching around for its safety. 

Trying to make a compassionate surrounding.

"Mamma" he calls sometimes of his wish. 

My little toddler wanted to move around like a sweet dish.

I laugh and jump and dance with him. 

To see his face get enlightened.

He is pure, he is holy.

The son of God that came to me. 

My little kiddo I love you.