His Tiny Fingers Reaching Out Poem by Bradley Lester

His tiny fingers reaching out
Not knowing what this life's about
To see him grow I'll miss that part
The cuts and bruises the awkward start
When I held his hand it felt like home
A feeling of warmth I'd never known
His mind was thinking who am I
This unknown man he wondered why
He'll never know the man called Brad
If only he knew the cold the sad
But in my heart he'll always be
Today tomorrow, just he and me
A bundle of joy all wrapped in love
The precious of gifts from God above