these are the hands of a 46yr old...
the hands that hold
the hands that pray
the hands that mold
my boys each day
the hands that take
the hands that give
the hands that make
my heart forgive
the hands that reach above
the hands that pry
the hands that love
and will someday die.
these are the hands of a 46 year old;
these are my hands.
these are the hands of a 46 year old;
these are my hands.
did you write this???? so very touching, mare! beautiful!
ReplyDeleteLove it! Good job!
ReplyDeleteyes K, i wrote it :) thank you.
ReplyDeleteand thank you too mm! hugs!
I love this! Now you have me staring at my own hands (that are in desperate need of some hand creme, poor neglected knuckles).
ReplyDeletehaha Linda! mine too!
ReplyDeletethis is a beautiful poem you have written. Your perspective in life is right on target. I can learn from you.
ReplyDeleteJan
awww! thanks Jan =)
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