Whose Hands Are These?

Hands (Stacy Wills, 2012)

Whose Hands Are These?

Whose hands are these?

I think I know.  They're

my Granny Mildred's hands -

that  soothed and

 sewed and made things grow.

Whose hands are these?

I think I know.  They're

my Grandma Ruth's hands -

that played hard, and

 worked hard, and made
life fun;   hands

 that left this world too soon.

Whose hands are these?

I think I know.  They're

my mother's hands -

Roberta's graceful, manicured
 hands that  love to make
things beautiful.

Soft hands that tamed
my unruly hair.

Skillful hands that knew

  their way around the kitchen.

Whose hands are these?
I think I know.
They're my father's hands -
Irvin's hands that kept
 things clean and in order.
Savvy hands that knew
how to play the game.
Generous hands to many.

Whose hands are these?

I think I know.

They're my hands -
Stacy's hands - that know
  the healing power of creativity.

I come from a long line

of gifted hands.

-Stacy Wills (10/19/2012)