Hands: A Tribute

Hands: A Tribute



Calloused hands

built the fires—and kept them burning

steadied a shotgun

Smoothed curls and swung axes

Fashioned dresses from flour sacks

rocked cradles

sewed buttons

baked bread

Boiled laundry in hot tubs

and scrubbed

and scrubbed

Grew tomatoes and preserved them


Played pat-a-cake

tied ribbons

wiped tears

embraced life


Beautiful hands


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6 Responses

    • amy@amyharkemoore.com

      My granny inspired the poem. She did all of those things.