With your hand in mine, you can do anything.
You can climb the stairs
You can cross the road
You can shuffle your feet through the soft warm sand to get to the edge of the sea.
With your hand in mine, I would do anything.
I would climb a mountain
I would build a road
I would swim all the oceans and rivers and lakes for you, my child
And for me.
James said: This was one that I bounced around for a while after my daughter first learned to climb the stairs in our home. The poetry prompt triggered me to dig it out and rework it a little.