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Whenever I see a baby passing by me on the street

I smile…

you see I’m captivated by their baby hands and baby feet.

It reminds me of the miracle of birth

and

how swiftly our time goes

when I see their little fingers…

and count their little toes.

I remember when my children and grandchildren were babies…

Was it really that long ago

when I held their baby hands in mine

and tickled their baby toes?

And again I think how time moves ever onward

does not stop

will not repeat

and how we must cherish every moment 

of baby hands and baby feet.

Knowing babies grow up…

that it’s all part of the plan

I look into the parents' eyes and whisper…

“Enjoy this while you can”.