Little Hands

For my Grandmother, Brita Weight

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First, little hands learn

Open and close.

Like baby eyes,

Open and close.

You are their hands while they learn

Open and close.

 

“Hooray!” you clap. Little hands learn clap.

“Bye-bye,” you wave. Little hands learn wave.

“Yum!” you eat. Little hands learn to eat.

 

Holding little hands

You see what those hands can do.

But they don’t know,

They don’t know what their little hands can do.

 

But they learn love, with those little hands;

They learn love from you.

 

Bigger hands do more.

Bigger hands learn writing.

Bigger hands learn drawing.

Bigger hands learn cooking and working.

 

Your hands work.

 

Holding those bigger hands

You see what those hands can do.

But they don’t know,

They don’t know what their bigger hands can do.

 

But they learn love, with those bigger hands;

They learn love from you.

 

Hands grow older.

Hands grow wiser.

Hands now hold new little hands.

 

Those hands serve and lift;

They hold new little hands,

And show those little hands what they can do.

 

Holding those little hands

They see what those hands can do.

But the little ones don’t know,

They don’t know what their little hands can do.

 

But they learn love with those little hands;

They learn love, from those who you loved,

And who love you.

 

Because of you.

Because of tireless hands,

Hands that showed little hands what they could do,

Because of hands that do

What the Savior’s hands would do.

 

Never ending new tiny hands do not know what they can do.

But you know what they can do.

 

And they learn love, from those who you loved,

And who love you.
I love you, grandma!