Poem 18

My hands have…

been the first to hold a newborn baby,

prepared a meal,

changed diapers,

taught young hands how to write,

put a puzzle together,

crocheted a blanket,

written countless words,

cradled a sick child,

planted flowers,

shaved my father’s whiskery face,

been the last to hold my sister,

folded in prayer,

caressed a loved one’s hand,

held the hands of a loved one making the final journey,

reached for the hands of my young children.

My hands are strong…

they are connected directly to my heart.

 

Eve Remillard

6/14/2015

 

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