Eyeing A Child’s Hand – Elisabeth Noone

Sitting in the seat behind him, all I could see was his hand on the window frame. As the train rocked back and forth in a quiet rhythm my thoughts traveled to many years ago.

I remember those sweet smooth rounded fingers and how your hand would grasp mine while walking or when you felt the slightest fear. I remember those big brown eyes and fluffy blond hair with your bangs cut straight across your forehead. What a beautiful face and warm smile you had. I can hear you say, “Mommy, what if…..” And I remember how your imagination would conjure up all sorts of scenarios for me to solve. I remember hugging you close to me and feeling my heart leap to my throat with joy. I remember our tears when we first learned to say good-bye. Our joy at being reunited. I remember how you would run and jump into my arms. All those giggles and kisses. So long ago. So alive in me still.