Three Squeezes

When you could neither talk nor stand
life’s hourglass still filled with sand,
I gently held your tiny hand
and gave it three soft squeezes.

When you awoke within the night
And cried from fear and called for light,
I held you safe with all my might
and gave you three long squeezes.

Follow a father and his son from babyhood to baseball games to graduation and beyond...