My hands are small and beautiful
They’ve written poetry through heartbreak
and colloquiums in undergraduate school
They’ve crafted thousands of loaves
of scratch-made bread that fed
families at their dinner table
They’ve built desks, and walls and fences
and sturdy wooden beds
They’ve nurtured the most precious babe
from my womb,
through triumph and sadness
and into womanhood
They’ve provided shelter with long, hard work
and been immersed
in dirty water when the plates came back
from the bountiful table
prepared by their efforts
My hands have given instruction to the novice
and direction to the lost wanderer
My hands have aided men in great success, lent strength
and caressed their exposed skin
My hands have consoled the weary, provided for the homeless
and wiped tears from faces wrinkled with pain
My hands have painted one-of-kind masterpieces
prepared a perfect cup of tea
And written melodies on guitar strings
They've designed garments, clothed bodies
and recorded history
with perfect clicks of a camera shutter
My hands compose sonnets and old-fashioned letters
to friends and lovers that arrive by courier
My hands pray for truth
wield a vision
and plead for peace
My hands though small and delicate
have yet to be proven weak.
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About the Creator
Gabrielle Neavin
To Shine Your Bright Light is the Sacrifice and the Gift.
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