These Hands 🌸
These hands of mine...
Ah these hands of mine! which hold ten fingers, not nine, a beautiful copyright of the ones the wife of my father has. These hands of mine, made just the right size, with palms so soft and nails so fine. They’re meant to hold so much, yet tremble at a single touch. I look at them, I analyse them intently. I look with love I look with honour I look with care. I look at them and I see, lines and folds beautifully running free. I stare not in confusion, But in sacred admiration. I look again and what do I see? The subtleness of the details that easily run deep Stories inherited, times beloved, Experiences I will certainly keep. My mother’s splendorous beauty My father’s strength and love How grateful I am for that which I have, the things that I hold Oh these hands of mine! These hands can hold the world, They will settle lives, whirled. Powerful vessels meant to build and construct, To demolish and deduct, To celebrate and to create. They will build up nations and fill my life with good things and seal blessings and wonderful wonders and heal The pain of those that slowly conceal. Need I warn thee dear one, Who plans to hold the hands of this one, Careful because in those hands you will hold Greatness and wonders, mysteries untold.
From my heart to yours,
Kiarie✨