My Hands Are Deliciously Pretty Today
My sweet little hands are deliciously pretty today.
I looked down and I complimented them in a big way.
They laughed, giggled, tittered and twirled, so decidedly gay.
Glad of my admiration, thrilled with a little love, they play.
I wish I would do this more often. It really would pay.
They deserve so much more than they get each day.
They give all day long. I admire them in every way.
I may have a parade in their honor at two; can you stay?
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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