I first published this after a day out with my
Grand-daughter, Speckly Woo.
That was in February, 2010,
when she was just three years-old.
Your little hand in my big hand,
your little heart in mine.
We leave our prints upon the land,
too lightly pressed to make a sign.
My little voice in your new voice,
my little thoughts, with yours, entwined.
We built a listening world from choice,
a simple, loving, trusting kind.