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
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2019
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