My Hands

 

6 Aprile 2009

These hours

They tick away from me in all opposing directions

I turn to laugh with them,

And they are gone.

I regret losing them, wishing to stretch them out

But time tocks away from me

 

These days

They show me who I want to be, and who I am now

I want to learn from them,

And they will be missed.

I want to keep them safe within my bones, seemingly lost

But simultaneously I crave to share

 

These hands

They treasure what I idolize, and what I want to save

I want to touch the lives of others,

And for them to see I care.

I know in my heart all respond as such

But some days I feel that these hands are too small

Reviews

[John Stussy]

Lots you want to do with your hands. Well written poem.