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For Daddy, parag, rparvaaz and all ye fond Papas and Mamas…:-)


Beatrix is Three

At the top of the stairs
I as for her hand. O.K.
She gives it to me.
How her fist fits my palm,
A bunch of consolation.
We take our time
Down the steep carpetway
As I wish silently
That the stairs were endless.

— Adrian Mitchell

What a lovely moment and one that you wish you could hold forever in your mind’s eye since it will never fade from your heart. In that one fist is such trust, such unconditional love, a world of sincerity – I could cry thinking about how beautiful it is. Somehow this poem seems to be spoken by Dad but I suppose it fits in perfectly for Mom as well…:-)