Hold on to the surface.
Keep grounded firm.
The softest touch,
Or rough caress.
These hands of flesh feel texture.
Weaving of any fabric.
My fingers explore,
Making the details hidden known.
A whole world of texture.
So many to explore.
That's what these hands were created for.
To gasp on things.
Hold on tight.
Press my children to me tight.
Them to compare the hand to my size.
Or intertwine my fingers, crossing them with the one I love.
Caressing faces.
Signing away.
Picking up finger foods from a plate.
So many wonders hands can do.
Especially helpful when you have two.
