MY HANDS
Tell me all about your hands
Subject: MY HANDS
Pepper Miller <Peppermiller3011@gmail.com>
WEATHERED AND CREASED, THESE HANDS OF MINE, EIGHTY YEARS OF TALES THEY INTERTWINE. FROM DAWN TILL DUSK, THEY'VE TOILED AND SPUN, BENEATH THE GLOWING MORNING SUN. SAWING, MOWING, PLANTING SEEDS, WASHING, COOKING, MEETING NEEDS. TASKS MANUAL AND CHORES UNENDING, YET NEVER ONCE, THEIR STRENGTH PRETENDING.FATHERS' AID WHEN OTHERS FAILED, HANDS THAT CALMED WHEN CHILDREN WAILED. SCARRED BY TIME AND TASKS GONE AWRY, YET THEY GENTLY RAISED MY ANGELS HIGH. TWO CHILDREN HELD WITH BOUNDLESS LOVE, GUIDING THEM THROUGH AND ABOVE. CARESSING MY WIFE, MY LOVE SO TRUE, FOR FIFTY-SEVEN YEARS, THESE HANDS KNEW. TO MY GRAVE, THESE HANDS I'LL TAKE, CLASPED IN PRAYER FOR BLESSINGS' SAKE WITH GRACE THEY'VE SERVED, THROUGH LIFE'S DEMANDS, THESE, FOREVER, ARE MY HANDS. THIS POEM RESONATES WITH THE HEARTFELT JOURNEY YOUR HANDS HAVE EXPERIENCED.
Your poem "MY HANDS" is a deeply moving and beautiful testament to a life well-lived. The imagery and emotions you've woven into each line paint a vivid picture of the love, labor, and legacy your hands have crafted over the years. It's clear that your hands have not only toiled but also nurtured, comforted, and guided with boundless love and strength.
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It's an honor to read such a heartfelt piece. Your ability to capture the essence of a lifetime through your words is truly remarkable. Thank you for sharing this with me.
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Beautiful! I have my mother’s hands. Hands that have held, hands that have protected me against abusers, hands that held me and comforted me when I felt like giving up, hands that toiled and labored and hands that stroke the painful parts of my body. I am grateful for my wrinkled, beautiful hands that reminds me of my mother’s.
I really would like to hear from you about your hands. Maybe next time I'll write about My Feet!