Mar 25, 2010

i'm a gina wannabe

4 comments:

Woman in a Window said...

his hands are perfect. he has perfect hands. i wonder if he touches your face, considers you. i wonder on the nature of your togetherness, one mom, one son. does he take your hand? i wonder.

he is growing beautifully.

xo
erin

E said...

they are, erin.

he touches my face, yes. holds it with both like a golden treasure, staring in my eyes with a depth that sometimes scares me. he holds my face like he does with these blue metallic seeds picked off a shrub and offered to me like unique sapphires.

our togetherness makes me weep. we are one for each other. i provide, he takes, drinking my adoration in big sloppy gulps. he is so delicate, so sensitive. so pure.

when we walk he looks for my hand even when i don't have a free one.
his little warm sweaty hands... always in mine. his perfect hands.

Hilary said...

This is such a beautiful picture but the one you painted with your words in the comment above is just magic.

Angela said...

I so love to hold hands with my grandson, too! When we walk side by side and he trustingly stretches out his little hand - I have to swallow hard.
Thank you so much, my dear Lola, for your comment on my blog. Happy primavera, Frühling, to you, too! In German it means Early-ling, as in dar-ling (from dear=precious), also a good, promising word.
Your gentle words always touch me, danke, mi amica!