Small Hands, Big Hearts

For my nephew H -

In childhood's easy grace
we turned the pages
And whispered words
in voices small -
where more was said
than words on pages
read -
and passed an easy
hour amid these
mortal throes.
Perhaps eternity
can count the worth
of moments such,
that dwell in trees
of memory still -
where small hands
and voices large
blend in echoes
of the heart.

© Eleanor Clark
18 December 2013