covered in pen and paints
always buzzing round my head
curling tuggy fingers around my hair
pointing new questions at everything
baby monkey mommy monkey piggy back gripping
pressing into steps too giant to climb without
shrugging parents loose crossing streets
massaging tired necks and feet
fashioning spears out of rock
moulding animals and people out of squidgy things
gripping onto handlebars so tight they calloused
chocolate icecream muddy fingernails straight after cleaning
climbing into my neck and curling to sweet smells of hair and cheeks

those perfect little hands I once held and kissed

oh how I MISS those little hands