These hands of mineA Poem by Belinda Arcelay
These Hands of mine Have felt the softness of a new born babies skin, Has held a tall cold class of tea to drink on a summer's day, Has held a mug of hot soup on a winter's night. The touch of one hand with other hand. These hands have had cuts,burns,boils,callous and broken bones. yes, they even felt the hand of a lifeless love one to say Goodbye. These hands of mine.
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Added on April 24, 2008 AuthorBelinda ArcelayBrooklyn, NYAboutMarried with children.......loves anime, wrestling and simpsons! I like to write poems. more..Writing
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