These hands–
they hold
and push
and pull
and eat
and give
and slap
and dig
and stir
and knit
and write
and carry
and punch
and caress
and grasp
and pluck
and stroke
and grip
and make love
and cling
and release
and wave
and cradle
and wash
and feed
and clap
and hug
and soothe
and let go.
Melissa Shaw-Smith
Writer
Melissa Shaw-Smith 
So simple, yet powerful.
Kind words, Brenda. Thank you.
I think this is brilliant.
What a generous compliment. Thank you.
Love it………Sally.
You’re the expert on Hands! http://hands.ie/
nice!
Go raibh maith agat.
Hands are amazing. We should celebrate them more. Love this poem. You said so much with so little.
You said it. Cheers to hands!
Wow!!!
; )
Hands are the perfect metaphor for all we do and are and aspire to become. I admire the intertwined translucence of the hands in your photo. At once tender and firmly supporting. I wrote a similar poem in 2000, of the same title, which I will post on my Rabbit Lane-Utah blog for you to see.
Appreciate your comments. Look forward to checking out your poem, Roger.
Beautifully said. And, I might add, type a response to a lovely poem. –Curt
Thanks, Curt. Glad you liked it.
Very nice!
Appreciate your kind comment.
❤ Wonderful ❤ Gratitude!
You’re very welcome.