You've watched those tiny hands,
Tireless, as they played;
You've cleaned dirt from their fingernails,
Removed a soiled Band-Aid.
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Beautiful poem, I hope to have tiny hands of my own to watch in a few years.
Those tiny hands may write poetry, Or spin a roulette wheel, Or clutch a bottle of whiskey; They may rob, loot or steal A wonderful poem, intense and thought-provoking.