For WOE
her hands had known
and touched and felt
the best and the worst
that life had to offer
.
they'd held a newborn
they'd kneaded bread
they'd mended sweaters
they'd caressed her man
.
felt a rose petal
petted a cat
soothed a boo boo
prayed to God
.
her hands had seen
their share of toil
and despair
triumph and joy
sorrow and love
.
her hands had
served God π
.
~ poem "Her Hands" by Michael Traveler, author/poet
πΈπΏπΈπΏπΈ" I let my worries go so I canbe here for the blessings that surround me now"~Mary Davis πΈπΏπΈπΏπΈ
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