With a hammer in my hand,
And a nail in my teeth, I work
Sweat dripping from my face,
Sizzling on the hot tin surface
I leave my handprint on that rooftop,
When the rain comes it will not wash away,
It is forever imprinted in the hearts of that family,
The family who asked for help
And received it graciously.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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