Momentary Infinity (23/12/10)
A small hand wrapped
Around a large finger,
The smaller one hurries on,
Desiring not to linger
Big shoes, small shoes,
Colors, smells, sights, sounds,
She pulls him like a dog on a leash,
Here and there; round and round
A pretty red balloon,
Stands out from a bunch of
Pretty little balloons,
Lazily dancing in the air above
Her eyes widen,
Enthralled, spellbound, captivated
The hitherto strong grip slackens,
She steps a little forward; energized, invigorated
And that momentary lapse of contact,
Causes her little hand to slip out
And to separate them in less time
Than it takes for her to shout out
For her male companion,
And once more feel his grasp
Instead she looks around helplessly,
With no red balloon, and no hand to clasp
Her eyes burn, tears threatening
To start; feeling so lost
And feeling desperately that
He must find her at any cost
The people passing by,
Notice not the quivering little frame
Stumbling in a maze of feet and legs,
A dangerously terrifying game,
All of a sudden, hands shoot out
And grab her round her waist
She kicks back in a panicky response
Wishing to be let down in haste
But a familiar chuckle
Stops her and makes her turn and see
The owner of the hands, so strong
Gazing at her fondly
She lets out an excited squeal
And throws her little arms
‘Round the big one’s neck
Reveling in the relief and warmth
And as they depart, hand-in-hand,
A heart-warming sight,
I thank whoever made
Father and daughter reunite.
