Hands to Hold and
Hands to Let Go
i look at my
hands they are my mother's my grandmother's
and possibly my greatgrandmother's my ancestor's hands
my mother taught me to use them to care for them
with these hands we
crawled out of the trees gathered food
rocked the
cradle washed and bathed prepared food
mended the
wounds made things played instruments
before we could
speak we made gestures we made love
we learned to
count hold what is precious learned to let go
and with our
fingertips we remember
March 15, 2016
3 comments:
So much is created over generations... I love the thought of the final stanza.. the fingertips are the most sensitive.
Hands tell a lot of story if you know what to look for. I enjoyed reading this and warm greetings to you Annelle.
WOW! This is stunning! I love the listing of all the things the hands do, the gathering, the letting go, and then the killer line - with our fingertips we remember........powerful! One of my faves of yours.
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