Two small hands

My dad told me years ago
That nothing was more beautiful
Than two small hands
As they touched his face.
Two small hands 
As they move and play
As they grasp and hold 
His ears and pull him closer.
I felt the same way!
When I had my kids
As they touched my cheek
And hugged my neck
To draw me closer.
As they kissed my face
And cuddled up close.
And now my it is my grandson
Who is 3 years old.
His hands are so beautiful
As they hug his mum
As they touch her cheek
As they make the letters 
And show me shapes. 
Those two little hands
As they touch my cheek
As they cuddle me close. 
They are so precious to me
Just like they were to my dad!