They hold.
They love. They caress.
They have the power to hurt.
They feed. They
create. They bond.
They need someone to hold them sometimes.
They clean. They
write. They grasp.
They have broken things out of anger.
They tidy. They
drive. They steer.
They hold bedtime story books.
They organise. They
open. They clench.
They collate memories in albums and scrapbooks.
They fetch. They carry.
They hurt.
They rest a weary head on occasion.
They juggle. They
soothe. They calm.
They brush away bad dreams and fears.
They heal. They work.
They beckon.
They push away and immediately pull near.
They foster. They
gather. They play.
They have strength.
They have weakness. They have experience.
They are familiar.
They are home. They are security.
They are my hands.
This is beautiful. I've been catching up with your blog this evening, hope alls well chez vous. Xxx
ReplyDeleteThank you Niamh!!! Lovely words from a lovely lady.
DeleteLove it, love it. love it xxx
ReplyDeleteThank you, thank you, thank you. xxxx
DeleteHave a listen to Jewels song Hands...it was the song I thought of when I saw this post. Especially as you introduced me to Jewel in the 90's
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