Hands

With all the time on my hands, I gave my hands one job. My Hands -The Artist- My hands paint everything in my life they paint my weakness, my strength they paint the fire in my eyes they hold me when I'm cold when I need them the most, Like an architect, my hands colored my childhood, In one touch they drew the plans and layouts of my life. My hands, are very articulate, are they? They continue to sew and show the way Sometimes, my hands paint the truth, sometimes they paint lies --- Painting hurtful images on drywall My palms, my fingers embedded calluses from every fall Creating images, healing my heart Sometimes my hands are the only friend I see. With no words to say, I caress the sky like a mime My hands ride the wind, My hands paint the world, Young and pretty fingerprints They feel they hold, they grip, don't let go! Clever so cute, It's time for motherhood My hands painted your first hold, traced your first smile A painting I treasure in my heart Yes! A Rembrandt they became during birth Now you're all grown up, embarrassed to embrace the hold When I'm old you will hold my hands and remember the gold. My hands paint designs when it comes to love sometimes a masterpiece, sometimes a mistake sometimes my hands feel images I can't describe Handicap moments when lost --- My hands, perfect when in love They write songs when complete So many interlock moments with you Firm, the perfect match, my fingers spoke. My hands -The Artist- they've been told!!! Held so many times, always meeting, greeting, waving hello's and goodbyes ... (you see my hands, they smile too) Painful, arthritis, cuts, bruises, pinching my way through reality. Reaching, holding on to dreams, clapping, snapping fingers, we are a team. My hand's age in every turning page Shriveled and old, still, you embrace and love the hold My hands touched and made a difference, My hands are employed by me! My hands give and pray, right and Left, they know their duty! When they are bored, they tap-tap and draw THAT annoying noise. My hands know secrets, a fortune teller can't reveal they hold the past, present, and future in every line. I extend my hands, without flipping the bird Thank you, Hands, I enjoy a good sign language show! In my next life, or so, I will praise my hands Yes so beautiful, tender, they love to feel....... My Hands -The Artist- I can't believe with all the time on my hands, I forgot to mention I'm left-handed.