These Hands
These Hands
These Hands that have given out
so much Love,
Humanity twisted and shaped by life,
Hands Sculpted into being,
These hands born from life,
Hands that have known the pain of Darkness,
Fingers that have ripped away jagged rocks,
A life that has fought to let in the light,
These Hands that I love,
I know they are part of me,
And with their cuts, we bleed,
And with Their gentle grasp,
We
hold on.
John Roberts
(In memory of my mum)
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