A tiny hand envelops her father's thumb
Sensing the future through the ribs of his fingerprint
Holding it with a natural confidence
Despite months of grasping through an ocean of fluid
Longing for connection
He sneezes
She laughs
She looks
She stops
She is theirs
Completely
A bond
Only they understand
Their love is as unique as a snowflake cut from Nature's hem
His voices bounce off her heart
She is home
He speaks of his angel
She searches his eyes
Bubbles blossom from between her lips
He guides her tiny hand to cradle his cheek
Closing his eyes
She breathes into his skin
The meaning of life is not only in the palm of his hand
it is holding it...