My Hands

 

A wonderful tool,

At the end of my arm.

Such power with fingers,

So easy to charm.

 

Greetings at a distance

Or waving goodbye

A jab in the shoulder

Just to say HI!

 

There is giving and taking,

And shaking of course.

A versatile appendage,

When trying to enforce.

 

It is delicate and fine,

With a nod to its touch.

But strong and resourceful,

When needed to clutch.

 

A tap on your shoulder,

To show that I care.

A brush on my head,

Just fixing my hair.

 

I type with my fingers,

At the end of my hands.

I’m reaching to others,

In far distant lands.

 

We all take for granted,

The tools that we hold.

But then when you need them,

Their value is gold!

 

 

35 thoughts on “My Hands

  1. Murphy's Law

    Pam, you outdid yourself again!! I think we’re all guilty of doing as much talking with our hands as we do with our mouths! Got a kick out of this one!
    Ginger

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  2. Mark Lanesbury

    You have indeed outdone yourself dear lady, dancing with your fingers on the keyboard just as your mind asked them to. Obedient little tools aren’t they. Mind you, on some days they get buried in melting chocolate and we have to clean up after them 😂 🤣

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