phantom hands

By Mary

Every time I see a toddler with sweet pudgy hands, my own hands feel a phantom ache, the memory of how it felt to hold your hands in mine.

To this day tears spring to my eyes when those little things take me back to our times together. No more regret or guilt. I just miss you.

So I hold my baby a little bit tighter and rock her before bed a little longer and pray your parents are doing the same. I hope you know how loved you are.