Hands: A Tribute

Hands: A Tribute

Hands

 

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

Quilted

Played pat-a-cake

tied ribbons

wiped tears

embraced life

 

Beautiful hands

__________________________

Related posts: Lost

Little Red Wagon

The Old Farmhouse

 

 

6 Responses

  1. lovely poem !

  2. Love this. Can’t say more than that. 🙂

  3. CREATIVE hands, fashioned in the image of God… <3

    Calen~
    Impromptu Promptlings
    A to Z Challenge Letter H

    • amy@amyharkemoore.com

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