Little feet and legs move
Slower…slower…slower
Each step, exaggerated

A game of pretend
The truth inadvertently
revealed, in a mischievous smile

Two tiny hands carry
a glass bowl, carefully
Until, at long last, reaching

A stronger, older set of
hands, patiently waiting
Hands, ready to receive

Willing to share
the weight for
as long as needed

I think there is
a lesson within
this pretending

Carried, offered, received, reclaimed

What feels heavy in
Your hands, my hands,
Your heart, my heart

May feel lighter in the
and heart of another-
The opposite is also true

A quiet notion nudging
us toward a readiness to
cheerfully share the weight