This is in response to the photo challenge : evanescent. Link to the photo challenge is above.
This moment won’t be here again. Of course I will hold your hand many times over, I hope to, I want to, in some cases, I will have to. This is not the end of holding hands. But it won’t be the same, not exactly. This moment is only now, the present, and in the future, the photographed memory.
You see my child, your fingers will never quite be the same again. Your fingers, your hands, the size of your tiny palms, will never be this small again. Every time we hold hands, to love or to protect, there’s that invisible growth. It will happen every time, for days, weeks, months, then years. Until one day, you won’t want or need to hold my hand any more. That time when your hand might very well be the same size, or even bigger than my own.
They will transform from the hands that dig to create mud holes, to hands that articulate well. From throwing food to cooking food. From baby nail clippings to nail varnish decorations, from those that need caring, to those that do care. Perhaps your hands with you will travel the world, they will articulate what spoken words can not. They may work hard for you, or help to ascertain your own creative talents.
But to me, your little hands and little fingers as evanescent as they may be, there will always be a space for them waiting here with me.
Photography – Rose-Sky Journey Pieces, 2017.
Words – Rose-Sky Journey Pieces, May 2017.