Hands That Might Have Been a Mothers'

Hands that have done so much, and wish to hold so little continue to reach beyond even when they are badly bruised. For my dearly loved Teah~

Hands that might have been a mothers’

Clap together to the tune of joyous news

 

Hands that might have been a mothers’

Stretch out fingers to count the weeks

 

Hands that might have been a mothers’

Hold fast to friends who celebrate

 

Hands that might have been a mothers’

Paint walls of brilliant blue

 

Hands that might have been a mothers’

Knit a blanket of yellow

 

Hands that might have been a mothers’

Rest contently upon a swelling belly

 

Hands that might have been a mothers’

Stretch out fingers to count the names

 

 

Hands that might have been a mothers’

Wring together in worry

 

Hands that might have been a mothers’

Hold fast to those of a doctor

 

Hands that might have been a mothers’

Move dirt into a sacred place

 

Hands that might have been a mothers’

Wipe the tears from eyes

That might have been a fathers’

 

Hands that might have been a mothers’

Could ball into fists of anger

 

Hands that might have been a mothers’

Could stretch out fingers in accusation

 

Hands that might have been a mothers’

Could flatten in surrender

 

Hands of a mother

Only reach out

As with her heart

No envy or hate

Misgivings or aggression

Full of hope, tenderness

And love

For the one that could never be and

Those that might still come