to make use of hands

I have hands that can hold,

Hands made for delicate things

Hands that touch and feel

Hands that hug and console.

These can fight for control

These can aim and harm

These can punch and shove

These can char and scar

These can bleed.

Hands bring sweetness to my mouth

Hands hold others to my heart

Hands wipe away stubborn tears

Hands search without tire.

Hands squeeze and shake and shiver

Hands slide and lose their grip

Hands falter and tremble…

These hands are forever mine

These hands do what I will

These are attached to me

I only have these, these that hold.