Our Hands

Our hands so often shine for us though they may undermine us They might even confine us, yet our hands our what truly define us -- Our hands gesture, gesticulate, threaten and warn expressing our feelings from the moment we're born We wave excited greetings to the world as day dawns bury our faces in them, as a loved one's passing we mourn Words come out of our mouths, but we speak with our hands A time-honored tradition, through time's shifting sands

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Jennifer Proxenos

Date: 1/31/2019 1:25:00 PM

I love this poem Gershon and relate to it so much. Being Greek we always talk with our hands, someone once said to me if I tie your hands behind your back, could you describe what you just told us as well? That was food for thought! Poetry hugs, Jennifer.

Maureen Mcgreavy

Date: 1/30/2019 8:30:00 AM

This is wonderful Gershon! Have to giggle, have joke with hubby about the time I told him he was being demonstrative, he thought I meant demon~monster~tive! The more I laughed the more demonstrative he got ;p xomo!

Gershon Wolf
Date: 1/30/2019 11:11:00 AM

Cute (monster) story! Thanks for sharing...So, next time hubby says, "Leave me alone," ask him how much he wants. ('Leave me a loan.'). :) :)

Swetha Vangaveti

Date: 1/30/2019 4:49:00 AM

"Words come out of our mouths, but we speak with our hands" - I loved this. Superb write :)

Gershon Wolf
Date: 1/30/2019 11:12:00 AM

Thanks for your encouragement, Swetha---and it's true, isn't it? I.e., we do 'speak with our hands.' Best wishes, Gershon

Bobby May

Date: 1/29/2019 9:55:00 PM

Something I never thought about before but so true!

Gershon Wolf
Date: 1/30/2019 11:13:00 AM

OK...So, how do you stop a Pole/Russian/Italian/Mexican/pick your ethnic group from speaking? Answer: Cut off his hands, of course! :) gw