The Power of Hands

Mama's Hands:
The hands that rocked me
The hands that fed me
The hands that molded me into who I am today.
The hands that scolded me
The hands that comforted me
The hands that wiped my tears away.
The hands that guided me
The hands that protected me
The hands that held mine when I was afraid.
The hands that encouraged me
The hands that lifted me
For me, those were the Hands that prayed.

Mama held my hand one day and said:
"My child, use these,
To feed and help someone
To love and mold someone
To guide and protect someone
To comfort and hold someone.
Use these to wipe your tears,
or someone else's tears away.
When you're lost and despondent,
Clasp these together and pray.
Take care of these, for when you stumble,
your fall they will brace.
To know my story, life's struggle
Trace the lines on my face.''
I learnt even hands tell a story,
try, ask who cannot hear,
They even have the power to bind,
and God blessed me with a pair.


Copyright © 2013 By Keisha de Verteuil