Those Hands

       

Hands that toiled from dusk to dawn

rising again in the early morn.

Hands that held the saw with ease,

the hammer and nail

 on padded knees.

 

Hands that wiped the sweat from your brow

darkened by stain and red clay now.

Hands that carried so many beams

splintered and raw

muscled and lean.

 

Hands that were rough yet gentle at times

petting our dogs or holding mine.

These hands I loved to gently caress

to have and to hold 

above the rest.

 

                 

 

Reviews

[Kelly Scheppers]

So much love in each little verse, Dara. I wish you many, many more "to have and to hold".


My best,
Kelly

[Dara]

Thank you so much! It was someone I once loved in the past but the memories still linger :-)

[Dara]

PS And even though I am not getting any younger, I do believe I will find it again :-)

[Demii]

This is so sweet, it makes me smile a lot of love was put in this !

[Dara]

And it is so sweet of you to take the time to read and comment. Thank you so much!

[marilyn 1225]

very meaningful to you these hands and your memories compelling poem

[Dara]

yes there were some good times mixed in with some bad but I try to think about the happier days