Saknar de små händerna...

"Schoolbag in hand, he leaves home in the early morning.
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile.
I watch him go with that surge of that wellknown sadness...
And I have to sit down for a while.
The feeling that I´m losing him forever, and without really
entering his world.
I´m glad whenever I can share a laughter. That funny little boy!"

"Slipping through my fingers all the time. I try to capture every

minute, the feeling in it. Slipping through my fingers all the time..."