Baby Hands

She took my finger
and uknowingly touched my heart.
Weathered,
worn,
and torn to pieces
she formed it into art.

Every crack
and every crevice
has a fingerprint placed light.

Every wall
and every boundary
she broke with gentle might.  

I stare into vast galaxies  
tucked inside curious eyes.  
I thank the stars that formed her.
For they [she] have brought me life.