My Hands

July 21, 2011
I look down and see
An important part of me.
My hands.
My hands that play piano
To set my feelings free.
My hands that hold my clarinet
Right in front of me.
My hands that shoot a basketball
To score a point or two.
My hands that get real dirty
When I cook for you.
My hands that clasp together
Every day I pray.
My hands that are with me
Each and every day.
These hands have had their hardships
Injuries, a few.
But they've never left my side.
They're writing this for you.





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