
Guest Poet: Karen Thill
Hands are those things at the end of your arms
With fingers that can hold many charms.
Hands may touch a child’s cheek
To wipe away a tear he weeps.
Hands can bring a baby to life
For a loving, caring husband and wife.
Hands can hold that baby dear
Snuggling her close and kissing her ear.
Hands may create a work of art
Profoundly touching a person’s heart.
Hands can make a healthy meal
To help a neighbor’s body heal.
But hands can also do much harm.
Hate abounds, so sound the alarm.
Hands are much better
when in an embrace
Full of love, kindness
and grace.
KLT Nov 25, ’21
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Good to hear from the other half of the family, Larry. You got the genes, Karen!!! Loved your poem.
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She says thank you!
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