Hands that nurture,
Hands that heal
Hands that build
Hands that hold
Hands that grasp what is
Hands that knowingly touch
Hands that reach out,
Hands that pull in
Warm hands against my skin
Gentle hands that caress
Hands that explore
And hands that express
Hands that made me believe
Hands that made me feel safe.
Hands that are strong.
How I love your hands.
By Deborah E. Dayen
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I love the meaning of this poem.
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