Mitten on my console

It was just a mitten on my console.
Just sitting in the truck chatting.
It is not the mitten that is meaningful.
It is the hand it contains.
The hand that can touch.
The hand that can hold.
The hand of "her".

I have known hands,
But none that touch quite like this.
I have known mittens,
But none quite as warm as this.
I am so lucky to have this hand, in this mitten, in this truck.