these hands are soft <br />these hands are mine <br />these hands are strong <br />these hands benign, <br /> <br />these hands can dig <br />these hands can touch <br />these hands can hold <br />these hands can clutch, <br /> <br />these hands are big <br />these hands are old <br />without your warmth <br />these hands grow cold, <br /> <br />these hands can cut <br />these hands can crush <br />these hands can build <br />these hands can brush, <br /> <br />these hands have seen so many things <br />these hands still wonder what you bring, <br /> <br />these hands still wish to be with your's <br />these hands will know you, evermore.<br /><br />Atticus Frost<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/these-hands-15/
