Seeing hands of love in my minds eyes
surgeons hands, or so he called them
time worn and hard with calluses
they could repair the world
We laughed as children,
when he called them such
But age has given me wisdom
Now I too see them true
skilled beyond all formal training
His touch oh so gentle,
could mend a heart
you feel the roughness of skin
knowing your secure in his care of strength
you see him take apart an object and watch,
those hands repair as if just by touch,
they know the right thing to do
I no longer I laugh at surgeon hands
but smile knowing they did cut deep,
they carved love into my heart

Music hands then played a melody
a song of love invaded my heart,
They pounded out warmth and caring
surrounding me with laughter
Songs that made my life dance
and in the end he passed this on,
gracing his children with a song of life

Hands that fed the soul as well as the body
pointing not straight but off to the side
as if to take in all that are there
I now understand the reason for the
bend of finger, for what he shared
when calling attention,
So you looked not at him
but to where it pointed,
bring in the world to you

Hands of love, hands of life
these are the hands of
the men of my life,
all gone yet still here
Faces fade as time passes
but one recalls all the touches
given by hands in life