Handrail of Heaven
His hand is still small in ours,
though larger
than before.
His voice forms syllables
and words
understood.
He walks
with steps
much smaller than ours,
concerned about sidewalks,
squirrels and nuts.
He tells us the color of a car
and a Jeep,
reminding us
that a school bus
is yellow
and we need to check the mail.
A walk of simplicity.
Nothing matters but the moment.
His small hand
in ours
and our hands
on the handrail of heaven.
copyright 2018 - Donald P James Jr
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