Poem – Hands


    hands Poem - HandsSoft and tender
    They were
    Beautifully manicured
    As always.

    Pillars in the storm
    Swift to answer
    They told of
    Beauty deep within

    Hurt and healing
    They had felt
    Wrinkled and old
    Was the dress

    Warm with love
    Open in forgiveness
    They showed me
    A world of possibilities.

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