Her HandsA Poem by Alfred Kukitzthe universality of a women's influence.Her Hands I knew her hands in the summer of ’45 as American forces tickled in the new peace I knew her hands in our winter on the Korean battlefield and how her touch warmed us. I felt her hands touch me across universes, continents, cities, towns and home I knew her hands in the monsoon season of Vietnam when the cong tried to drown her soul. I knew men smiled when she touched them with her hands I knew her hands folded in prayer as she prayed for us all. I knew her hands were the only hope for all mankind. © 2019 Alfred KukitzReviews
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9 Reviews Added on February 22, 2019 Last Updated on February 22, 2019 Tags: hands, her, summer, battlefield, touch AuthorAlfred KukitzDeering, NHAboutYes, I'm still here. Just jazzing up my about me story. Sorry I don't die at the end. more..Writing
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