Hands
Growing up your hands are fragile and small
small things appear to be so big and tall
you never realize how they are so very tiny
til you grow up and they are less amusing, less shiny
Short in standards, its funny how your memories seem to fall
Copyright © Kayla Obrien | Year Posted 2013
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