As so much emphasis is being placed on staying safe by frequent and thorough hand washing, I thought I’d share this poem acknowledging how important they are to us.
Stay safe people, and keep up the hand washing.
Hands
Hands that unpick stitches
Hands that hit or hurt
Hands that cradle babies
Hands that shovel dirt
Hands of holy worship
Hands that take a life
Hands that make a masterpiece
Or paint one with a knife
Hands that create harmony
Hands that cook a meal
Hands that speak a language
Or read on as they feel
Hands that work the fields
Hands that heal wounds
Hands that pluck upon a string
Or conduct symphonic sound
Hands that hold a champagne glass
Hands that serve up trifle
Hands that hold a sweetheart’s hand
Or hands that hold a rifle
Hands that tuck a child in
Hands that make mud pies
Hands that bear a coffin
Or mop sad tears from eyes
Hands that hold a pencil
Hands that turn a page
Hands that write down poetry
Or create a play on stage
Hands can do so many things
They serve our whole life through
For good or bad, with joy or sad
The choice is up to you.
© Hands August 2015
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
First Published in – Counting Magpies (Limited Edition) 2015
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