Your hands

This time of year, we would start putting lotion on your little hands.   They would get so dry and they would crack.  I miss rubbing your little hands this year.   Everything reminds me of you.   I just want you here, not there.   I know you are safe, but I wonder who takes care of you.   Does someone comb your hair or give you a bath?  Do you even still have to take a bath?   Who holds your hand or takes you for a walk?   Who puts your pj's on (if you even need them)?   I wonder if you miss us too.