My Son's Hands

When did your hands
Become a man’s?
When did those sweet little boy hands,
Those hands that fit so perfectly in mine,
The trusting ones that held mine tight
As we started each new day’s adventure,
When did they become a man’s?

Now mine fit in yours
In a strange yet familiar grasp,
One ready and confident
To meet new adventures,
To embrace the future,
To let go and explore on their own.

I miss the days of little boy hands
While clasping the hand of a young man,
Remembering the sweet trust and love
Held in little boy hands.