Hands

I’m going through the process of sharing old posts that were written but never published, for one reason or another. This one was written in 2014.

These hands of mine

wouldn’t stay to myself,

tickled you,

slapped you,

but missed.

and then didn’t miss.

They got a ring,

threw it at you,

then put it back on to stay.

They held you close,

and pushed you away.

They’ve pointed fingers,

wiped away my tears,

and a few of yours.

They’ve held our babies,

rocked them to sleep,

rubbed sleepy eyes,

changed diapers,

cleaned spit up,

then done it all again the next day.

They’ve cooked meals,

shared wine,

and even more coffee.

But my favorite thing they do is hold you.

 

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