Hand-in-Hand: Walking My Grandson to School

Hand-in-hand we walked the blocks Picking up leaves and kicking rocks. Pressing each memory to record Swinging arms in sweet accord. —–G. Hill The walk was slow As we came to know How quickly it all goes by. The feel of that touch Was so very much Like his mom’s hand in mine. All part … Continue reading Hand-in-Hand: Walking My Grandson to School