Hands woven in time
Yesterday I held my son's hand, he depended on my loving support. Yellow of knowledge interlaced our thoughts. Red of love entwined our hearts. Pink of vision knotted our future.
Dreams were broken, new ones appeared.
Older now, my son, the teacher, emanates the energy of life that once was mine.
Time moves on, ticks away.
Wrinkled hands of wisdom appeared intertwined with youth through the formative years.
Hands woven in time.