Saturday, June 8, 2013

These Hands





These Hands 

Curled and soft
Clinging to my thumb
Startled fingers open wide
Clumsily clasping my glasses
Gently grasping my hair
Pulling on my skirts
Patting…tapping…cuddling
Wound tight around my neck 
...as sobs crash around me
Gently rocking your baby dolls
Smearing finger paints 
Delicately blending clay
Dimples
Faded away
Never forgotten
Sweeping the crayon
…and then the pencil
Mixing, stirring, baking
Expressing
Storytelling
Praying
Delicately tucked under your pillow
Finding me in the dark
…asking for comfort
Growing more independent
…each passing day

These hands
Forever holding my heart