'I can fashion with my hands, ' he said <br />an empty space <br />with which I can then shape <br />a shape <br />that is round <br />and reminds <br />me of you and I. <br /> <br />A swift <br />swooping move <br />draws your smile <br />mid-air; <br />a wavy motion <br />elicits memories of us <br />spooning on moonlit nights. <br /> <br />I draw an oval <br />within which we <br />are framed- <br />our love-lined photograph. <br /> <br />I can take your hands <br />and place them in mine <br />slipping on your finger <br />a ring <br />hoping on forever. <br /> <br />You say yes <br />and my hands <br />flutter <br />a happy <br />quivering- <br />clasping yours <br />to steady them- <br />and my happy heart <br />is now covered with <br />yet another <br />happy hand <br />smiling; <br />yours- <br />the one with the ring.<br /><br />Lonnie Hicks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-hand-ring/
