Hands of a Worker
His hands were calloused...
From many years of skillfull craftsmanship.
Her hands were soft...
From many years of priming and polishing.
His hands were scarred...
From many years of fighting.
Her hands were cut...
From many years of gardening.
All of our hands are different and tell a different story...
but everything we do is for a purpose.
Copyright © Brooklynn Lastofka | Year Posted 2013
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