Hands

Hands that are warm
Hands that are strong
Hands that hold me
The whole night long.

Hands that touch sweetly
Hands that can feel
Hands that are searching
Hands that know what is real

Hands that lift up
Hands that gently let go
Hands that are tender
Mercifully so.

Hands that caress
Hands that hold tight
Hands always loving
In the pale moonlight

Hands of a woman
Hands of a man
We’ll hold them together
For as long as we can.

 

By Deborah E. Dayen

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