February 21, 2011
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Soft and tender
while trying to heal the broken skin
yet hard and firm when I broke a rule
Your hands
warm and kind
healed my broken hearts
by a simple squeeze of the hand
a pat on the back
As time went on
your hands aged with you
Now frail forms
they still glisten with their fulfilled past
Hours of service
years of love
Your hands
moved mountains of guilt
aided in crossing rivers of sorrow
They may rest now
with you
but their impact is forever
in those lives they touched

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