Her Little Hands, Your Perfect Fit
HER LITTLE HANDS, YOUR PERFECT FIT.
She loved the fit
Yours were big, calloused and hard
Working hands you called em
Hers’ were soft, small
Angel hands you liked to tease her
Yet you held her ooh so tenderly
And you never smashed her up
Her little hands dirty with mud
You held them under the rushing water
She tried to catch the rainbow bubbles
As you scrubbed them clean...her little hands.
She watched you clean
And begged to help
You smiled and held her little hands
‘’they are so small this hands
Wait till they grow,’’ you said
But still you helped her think she helped.
She watched your hands till the land
And guide her little growing hands,
You smiled and said “my angel is growing.”
She watched them grow gain strength
She watched them learn all you could teach them
Well now she laughs and says,” sit and rest put your feet up
My little hands will help you now.”
Her little hands your perfect fit.
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