These hands of mine

These hands of mine

A 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.

 

 

 

© 2008 Belinda Arcelay


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Added on April 24, 2008

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Belinda Arcelay
Belinda Arcelay

Brooklyn, NY



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Married with children.......loves anime, wrestling and simpsons! I like to write poems. more..

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