My Hands
These are my hands
So grateful for them I am
I know they are dirty
I just came in from working out there
They’re soiled from toil and soil
And kinship with the earth
I am grateful for my hands
When I think of all that I have done with these hands
It leaves me a bit giddy
And awakens
A kaleidoscope of memories
From when I first recall the love of touching
A mere babe was I
But I loved the consistency of so many things and creatures
All the way from then to now and presently
So thankful I am that I cannot recall
Doing wrong with my hands
Pardon the dirt under my fingernails
I’ll take that any time
Over having ever done injury
With these lovely hands of mine
My hands that love
Simply and purely
The soil and earthy things
And surely you my love
I miss your tender touch on me
And my gentle hands
Caressing you
© Copyright 2015 Regis Auffray
Thanks for the reminder.
Sincerely,
Barbara J Henry
hug
kathy
Sandie :)
a beautiful piece
regards TJ
Blessings, Christine
micki
The beauty of "My Hands" reveals the deeper beauty of your heart and mind.
You are a treasure, my Friend.
Love & blessings to you!
Rhonda
PS> Reg, your Bio Photo is awesome! Enjoy your retirement, Brother!
Strong yet gentle your hands share a life time.
Beautifully penned.
Lady Mary Ann
Ron
Love ya!
Jane
I make my living with my hands and I know how precious they are!
Nicely done Reg
Peace love and light
Amber
Always,
Deborah
Not to mention those hands
wrote the jewel of a write
Peace be with you
William