Hands

Hands are the window to the soul

Hands

 

 

Hands that are small

Hands that are large

All hold the heart

 

 

Hands of a newborn show promise

In their grip of a finger

and balled up fists

 

 

Hands of a toddler candy perfumed

Always inquisitive and curioius

In everything they see

 

 

Hands of a child feel smooth

Soft and tender to the touch

Pointing at words in books

 

 

Hands of a teen holds promise

Covered in chalkfrom the blackboard

Holds the key to knowledge

 

 

Hands of a boy

dirty most of the time

Hard at play

 

 

Hands of a girl

Holds beauty and grace

Scooping up flower petals

 

 

Mother's hands shows the love

In each loving stroke

With each tender touch

 

 

Father's hands can be strong

and soft at the same time

Correcting and loving in tune

 

 

Hard working hands

Calloused by the years

Hold's newborn hands with pride

 

 

Grandparent's hands smooth and thin

Show veins of life still pumping

Not ready to give up and give in

 

 

Hands of life's work

gnarled and worn

Awaiting life renewed

 

 

Hands of a criminal

Are restrained

Not to be trusted

 

 

Yes hands show character

In small subtle ways

supple, strong and worn

 

 

Hands of my Savior

Painfully scared

Holds eternal life for all

Reviews

[Stray Dog]

This is an amazing piece of work. So well written. Touched my dog eaten heart.

[Bull Dog]

The hand reveal the soul. Well done. Cool Cool Beans

[whimzygirl]

Fantastic Write

[Lynx]

Wow, I love how this poem describes how the details of a hand can show something, and then drives right into the main point, like a big bang at the end, xD.