Hands That Wove This Hammock

The hands that wove this hammock In a tropical land of colors Where bright reds, greens, purples, and Aquamarines, splashed everywhere on its Birds, flowers and waters there; Dextrous and practical, the hands That wove this hammock, never manicured Perhaps lovingly they grazed over their Swaddled babies--they surely pulsed With life and love, like mine. They navigated the rippling patterns Of threads and bound us Embracing my baby and me Strangers up in the land of snow and mountain Where we ponder in peace in sway, The hands that wove this hammock.