I Have Two Little Hands

Henry spent the last month in Heaven being loved and kissed by his Great Grandma Williams. While on earth, Grandma would often tell stories of her dear sweet mother who had very small crippled hands that had been ravaged by Rheumatoid Arthritis. Grandma would sing the primary song "I Have Two Little Hands," to us, holding our hands and telling us stories of her mother.


Henry loves his hands. They are always by his face, moving around and clasping each other. But often he just sits there with his hands clasped together, and I wonder if he is singing,

"I have two little hands, folded snuggly and tight.
They are tiny and weak, yet they know what is right.
During all the long hours till daylight is through,
There is plenty indeed for my two hands to do."