There is something so poignant about the small hand of a child reaching up to clasp the hand of a grandparent. This little one is concentrating on the pinecones in her arms. She doesn't look to see if his hand is there--she reaches up, knowing Grandpa's hand will be there to hold hers.
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I remember that feeling of love and safety which would surround me when my grandfather and I would walk hand in hand, across the field. When I was small he was my very best friend. He listened to my troubles, heard my dreams, and believed in me.
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How grateful I am for the beauty of relationship between the old and the young. There is something lovely and fragile, yet strong there.
5 comments:
What a lovely photograph, Beth. A powerful family image.
Laurie
Absolutely stunning catch, sissie dear. Is that Malaya there with Grampa? I can't quite see her face enough to tell .......
I like that. I've never considered that notion but it is so true. When they reach up they don't look, they expect, they trust. What a sweet relationship.
Saddly, I never knew a grandfather like that, one was already passed and the other was gruff. But my "daddy" was always there, I have a photo like that,... him reaching down to hold my hand, but alas! I had a diaper showing!
It's a lucky thing indeed to have your grandparents around when you're young. Lovely photo.
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