My Hands

You kissed them and washed them when they were very small
Made of ugly plaster of Paris you proudly hung them on the wall

You gave me these hands that have been with me through life
They have been worked very hard and even cut with a knife.

They have been with me through the good times and through the bad
They laugh when I’m happy and cry when I’m sad

They have saved a few lives and climbed many trees
They have played with cats and shooed away bees.

They were the first to touch my newborn son
They were the first to congratulate him on a job well done.

They hold my grandson and keep him warm when he’s cold
He doesn’t seem to care that they’re wrinkled and old.

My hands are as much a part of me as they are a part of you
And all the happiness they feel, I hope you feel to.

With my aging hands I made this trinket you see
A sort of umbilical cord to hold you dear to me

Hang it where you can see it, the cat can play with it too
Think of me when you see it and know I am always thinking of you.

I love you…