A special poem about my blessings and the gift of my life. |
-Hands To The Sky- by Keaton Foster Walking down the street Dreaming of all that could be I hold my hands to the sky Stretched fingers wide I count each one Physical representations Of blessings lent. With these hands I have created much With these hands I have shaped Not only my world But the world of many others Within the confines of this life. With these hands I have crafted immeasurable change I have held the innocence of life Carefully molding each detail Learning from my past mistakes Sure not to repeat. The offspring of my life will be more They will have chances wished They will never know the pain of my past In any part of their present or future They will have a foundation of faith To build upon for rest of their lives. These hands have created much More than I could have ever hoped Holding my hands to the sky Fingers stretched wide The sun blares bright Cusping the curve of each finger. No shadows is cast No shame is to be had These hands have done much These hands have built a solid foundation On what was once The shakiest of ground… Hands To The Sky Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012. |