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[aid] => mick
[title] => MY HANDS
[time] => 2003-11-23 00:14:53
[hometext] => Look at your hands, what do you see?
[bodytext] =>  After a lifetime, I just never looked before, My hands, what was it they adored? My hands, are my hands, to me belong, and whatever I do.....they do too! Interesting places, and touched faces, Remembering each form, their many traces. Were they good hands, minus abuses? In another hand by choice, a ring infuses. Did my hands carry the load of my heart? Doing all things expected of them, depart? And when a loss was undeniable. Did they hang heavily by my side, quietly, dull? Touching a hand that was dying, having to let go. Wanting to hold it forever, to heal my soul! Dear little faces, and noses did they wipe? How many bottoms did they clean with delight? My hands, how many hands have they shook? Friendly, loving, kindly, comforting, n'er forsook. When they were young, vital, like a ballet recital. Piano keys nimble, no pain, no hesitation, agile. Smooth tightly formed, no wrinkles, loose skin. Prompted, encouraged within, did they begin? The beautiful dresses they sought and sewed. A wee little face brought smiles that glowed. Pigtails, Puffs, curls, bobby pins galore. Hands and knees, lots of soap, scrubbed floor. Wedding dresses created by these hands.... Special ordered, special fitted, lacy strands. These hands embraced a million hugs Filled jugs, shook rugs, tots tugs! How many newspapers did they print, typeset style? Words, cut lines, ads, legals, books, corrections file. My hands were very strong, and needed to be. All alone for many years, changed tires, oil, burley. Midwife to litters of puppies, and wee kittens. Ski sweaters knit, scarves, gloves, mittens. Embraced old wonderful friends, and helped them to die. Rubbing their bodies, as they sighed their last sigh. My hands were, and are, the extensions of my heart. My hands were created to accomplish any task, truly a work of art! And when these hands someday withdraw. I will never stop looking at them without awe! Loyal, courageous, enduring, foreseen n'er a fall. Never shirking their duties, missing, not one single call! My hands, my heart, my soul, have been one in all! Created by Cheri Cam LeBren November 2003 [comments] => 7 [counter] => 409 [topic] => 21 [informant] => lovingcritters [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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