Hands
Calloused hands
built the fires—and kept them burning
steadied a shotgun
Smoothed curls and swung axes
Fashioned dresses from flour sacks
rocked cradles
sewed buttons
baked bread
Boiled laundry in hot tubs
and scrubbed
and scrubbed
Grew tomatoes and preserved them
Quilted
Played pat-a-cake
tied ribbons
wiped tears
embraced life
Beautiful hands
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Narinder Bhatia
lovely poem !
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Thank you. 🙂
Candace
Love this. Can’t say more than that. 🙂
amy@amyharkemoore.com
One of my faves. 🙂
calensariel
CREATIVE hands, fashioned in the image of God… <3
Calen~
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My granny inspired the poem. She did all of those things.