little steps

I tell him,

“Give me your hand, okay?”

“Okay,” he says. And he wraps

his pudgy little fingers tightly

around some of mine–

a little tighter than necessary,

but I don’t mind.

And quietly, we go

down the steps and take

our time and all

I could think of is how

there really should not be

any rush, and how

I wish the steps

would just go on

forever.

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