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! :-)
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Little Hands
PoetryTwo little hands as wood and glue held individuals together synthesizing with intuition