Little Hands

Two passionate hands

embodiment of energy

dawn unto dusk initiating

with tenderness, tenacity

Two dainty hands reaching out

in warm embrace

offering solace in

the mundane social realm

Two sturdy hands that

kept kitchen fires burning

worked overtime unconditionally

burnt, bruised, never giving up.

Two tending hands

that rushed to console,

comfort wounded hearts

kept the spirits sound.

Two soothing hands

that nursed the invalid

with tender care and love

Illness had no choice but to leave.

Two little hands

as wood and glue

held individuals together

synthesizing with intuition

Two frail hands

worn and withered

collapsed having served-

epitome of simplicity and virtue

I stand before you with folded hands.

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A/N - since 2 people who liked my other poem, I decided it was time to write another one! Comment and vote if you loved it & liked it. Please give me feedback! :-)