Your hands tell a story <br />of what your life has been. <br />The length and look of someones nails <br />and the condition of their skin. <br /> <br />Some cracked and dried like kindling <br />some smooth as a newborn babies butt. <br />Knuckles crippled, in twisted pain <br />As if the other things were not enough. <br /> <br />All open books of history <br />taken minds eye to a life and time. <br />To look deeply at your hands <br />and stare deeply into your mind. <br /> <br />Our hands are our mirrors images <br />of all the life that we have lived. <br />The closed ones paled and withered <br />the open ones dried out from their give.<br /><br />Linda Winchell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-story-in-every-hand/
