The - Little - Hand Poem by Dr. Antony Theodore

The little hand once said to the big hand:
You, big hand, I need you because I am safe with you.

I feel your hand when I wake up and you are with me;
when I'm hungry and you feed me;

when you help me to grab something and build it up;
when I try my first steps with you;

I can come to you because I'm scared.

I ask you: stay close to me and hold me!

Thank God that you exist.

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