His Hands

How different one pair of hands can be.

Hands so soft and tender

they cradle a newborn with care,

yet at night when lights are out

can grab hold and pull my hair,

or gently lift a child up

who has tumbled to the ground,

but come night time baby

they turn my world upside down.

Hands that are so patient 

teaching a little boy to fish,

yet come our time together

impatiently fulfilling every wish,

so very warm and gentle

when wiping tears from an eye,

yet so strong and firm with passion

they leave me breathless with a sigh.

Author's Note

Image: Google Images

Reviews

[kymee]

I WROTE YOU THIS BIG LONG MESSAGE AND WRITERSCAFE GOT STUCK AND WIPED OUT MY WHOLE COMMENT. I WILL MAKE IT SHORTER THIS TIME. NEWBORN IS ONE WORD. CONFUSION IN THE 2ND STANZA 3RD AND 4TH LINE. MAYBE IT'S ME. IF YOU WANT TO YOU CAN EXPAND THIS POEM TO SAY ABOUT HANDS AND LOVE. HOW YOUR HANDS ARE FOR LOVING OR FOR LOVE. JUST A SUGGESTION. THE POEM IS GOOD. I KNOW YOU ALREADY TALK ABOUT LOVE BUT IN A DIFFERENT CONTEXT. KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK AND FOR ASKING ME TO REVIEW YOUR POEMS

[P.N.]

Nice, nice , very nice. A great tribute to ones lover.

[CharlesMonroe]

Okay, I LOVE this. It's going straight into my favorites. I love the imagery, and how sweet the whole thing is. It's amazing (:

[SoulCrusader (Yas)]

Wow, love it, what hands can do has lot of meaning to it!

Love:)

[ImagineItAll]

You are so brilliant with your words. This poem had my emotions going back and forth between loving and excited!