By: Margaret C. Rigsby

Little sun-touched hands
reaching up
to caress raindrops.

Eyes full of wonder,
lips parted
in an innocent smile
as the droplets
off of his hand.

Eager to learn
about this world,
seeing and feeling
everyday things
for the first time.

So innocent,
so precious and young;
please don’t stop.
I’m taking
a picture of you
with my mind.

Dedicated to my son Jamie
who grew up
but the picture is still there.