Little hands

Little handsI love their fingers, their tiny little hands,
The way they fiddle or fumble or illustrate commands.
Soft and gentle, they delicately sway,
Or dirty and sweaty or sticky from play.

Lines so fine and nails so clear,
Digits so chubby, finger pads so dear.
Sleek as butter, plump as can be,
The hand of my children just fill me with glee.