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Hands Speak...

Hands speak...

They tell sometime what the mouth cannot

They share with another feelings or thought

They hold, they calm, they can push or set free

Throughout life my hands have spoken for me

As I Twirled on my toes in a graceful soutenu

Or in soil, planting seed for earth to give life too

My children, their faces caressed while they slept

Even covered my face as I painfully wept

Told a lover or two what I’m feeling inside

Uncovered my face, I will no longer hide … who I am

Arms open to those I let near

Secure them to feel I’ll always be here

Put your hands inside mine, just hold them to see

They are merely a beautiful extension of me ....

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