Your hands are warm and clammy
scarless and wrinkle-free
they reek of apple-flavored lollipops
but I still hold them close to me
for as long as you can stand it
I know this moment's going to end
with the blink of a teary eye
your hands will transform and expand
ignoring my pleas for slow motion
life's fast forward plagues us one-by-one
So for now, I enjoy the sticky,
apple-scented sensation
between my fingers with my son.