there are so many things i like holding in my hands:
paintbrushes and markers,
the hands of a children,
the soft blankets on my bed,
photographs and trinkets from the past,
feeling your face, holding it gently, and sensing the slight movement when you started to smile is,
right now, the most favorite thing I've held in quite some time.
there is no way to see what lies ahead
and it may have just been that one moment,
which may never be repeated again
but, for now,
i hold that moment, not in my hands, but instead
in my heart.
can't you tell,