Friday, October 19, 2012

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)

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