M's Poetry
Hands
*for my grandfather*
Hands
These hands....
That gripped his mother's finger
that grasped a pen when he wrote
that caught a football
helped him operate guns when he fought
through the womb
through the words
through sportsmanship
through war
these hands carried him though
These hands....
That held a wedding band
that held his dance partners
that shaped this pottery
that snapped the photographs
only he could wear this skin
through the white gold
through the loves
through the art
through all the black and white
he was the color of our lives.....
Now his hands are tired
the work day is over
the sun is setting
the angels are welcoming
and the pearly gates are opening
he is pain free and smiling
God is touching his hands
worn no more.....
Now brand new....
2006@ Megan Watkins
Hands
These hands....
That gripped his mother's finger
that grasped a pen when he wrote
that caught a football
helped him operate guns when he fought
through the womb
through the words
through sportsmanship
through war
these hands carried him though
These hands....
That held a wedding band
that held his dance partners
that shaped this pottery
that snapped the photographs
only he could wear this skin
through the white gold
through the loves
through the art
through all the black and white
he was the color of our lives.....
Now his hands are tired
the work day is over
the sun is setting
the angels are welcoming
and the pearly gates are opening
he is pain free and smiling
God is touching his hands
worn no more.....
Now brand new....
2006@ Megan Watkins
