these hands are soft
these hands are mine
these hands are strong
these hands benign,
these hands can dig
these hands can touch
these hands can hold
these hands can clutch,
these hands are big
these hands are old
without your warmth
these hands grow cold,
these hands can cut
these hands can crush
these hands can build
these hands can brush,
these hands have seen so many things
these hands still wonder what you bring,
these hands still wish to be with your's
these hands will know you, evermore.
Atticus Frost
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/these-hands-15/
