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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