so tiny, so little and perfect.
they freeze the world around them, all is
wrapped up in hands that are half the size of my palm
their hair light, tossing as they run, scamper.
I saw them in Prague and watched rainbows
dancing on their heels
as they ran through the fountain, droplets
arcing in sunlight from their tender toes.
I, a broken-wrecked immature adult
found hope in them, though they did not know it
my arms ache to hold them and love them.