My Hands, My Masterpiece

My hands are known for many things

Creating

Counting

Organizing

Cleaning

Writing

Feeling

My hands create works of art

They count by the day, so many numbers

I organize piles of work by each passing hour

My cleaning list never dwindles

I write to my heart's content, filling the pages with thoughts of my own

My hands sometimes feel what my heart cannot

They've held my parents hand

They've guided young children

They've assisted my friends

They've written and drawn amazing things

My hands are a work of art.

 

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