Slip your hand in mine

I didn’t turn my head and look at her
when she slipped her hand in mine.

I felt its weight and smoothness
As she slipped her hand in mine.

I open my hand and stretched out my fingers
To judge the size of her hand in mine.

I marveled at the length reaching
Almost to the tips of my hand in hers.

I turned and smiled at her and she smiled back
As I wrapped my hand around hers.

I pondered where her little girl hands went
As I held her little woman hands in mine.

I hoped at that very moment in time
That she would forever slip her hand in mine.