My Hands RememberA Poem by Aradie Rain![]() The memories through my hands point of view.![]() My hands remember
They remember everything From the day I was born To the day I will die.
The feel of thousands and thousands Of ripe fruit in september
The cutting of wood for fires and timber
My hands remember
The scorching and pain of the hot embers burning as their fingers touched them
The cool sensation of water and aloe, in the heat of summer Or the deep winters chill in late December.
They remember every animal touched Every person played with, every tree healed Oh they remember
My hands remember the memories Both joyful and painful. Haunted by sensations they want to forget.
Cold steel cylinders locked them in a box. Wet droplets fell upon their palms Now members of their masters doings.
My hands remember
The rushing water used to take their brother's breath.
Pulling him from the lake, water forcing them back Yes they remember that too
Meeting their new family so far from home New people, no familiar sensations that november
My hands remember
Their brave courage When they would not do what their Criminal master wished.
They would not hurt that man Self defense or not; they would not become another member
My hands remember... too much © 2010 Aradie Rain |
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