'Cycle of Hands'
Two strong hands once touched a heart,
It guided it into a part
Of a life to share, with one who cared,
And held it tight through many nights.
Then came a dark and stormy night,
Two tiny hands reached forth in fright,
They felt the warmth and comfort then,
Of four strong hands which cuddled them.
Many years had come and gone,
The tiny hands grew wise, and strong
To guide with love four hands that reached
Into a heart, so very deep.
Still, the years did come and go,
Hands waved goodbye, then waved hello
To four new hands, that took the place
Within the heart, within the grace
Of four strong hands that now are free
To seek, and hold new hands with glee,
To guide them forth, and hold them tight
Within their grasp, through countless nights.
Six little hands now touch a heart,
They touch a soul, they're such a part
Of life each day, to never stray
Far from the hands, of whence they came.
Rusty Blackwood.
Copyright 2002-09.
~ We take our hands for granted. We use them to
carry out endless chores--as well fun, clapping
with joy, sometimes wiping tears, but how often
do we ever think about who touched who's hands
prior to touching our's, held them, kissed them,
walked hand in hand through life together, in turn
grasping hands with their children, grandchildren?
So it goes forever. My family was the inspiration
for this poem. From my parents first loving touch
of each other's hands, to me, me to my children's,
and now to the touch of my grandchildren's. ~
R.B.
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