These hands have thrown a ball
Swam in the sea
learnt to grip
Firmly
whilst climbing trees

These hands have known
The softness of silk
They have crawled
Played with dolls
Made friendships

These hands have held
Their own babes
Softly, caring
Comforting
Wiping tears, mucky faces
Doing up
Those shoe laces

These hands have toiled
Made beds
Grafted, cooked, plastered
Painted

These hands have touched
The smiling, wrinkled faces
Of loved ones
In far away places

These hands have learnt
The art of caressing
Discovering
Undressing

These hands held the promise
Of having, holding
Loving, caring
Forsaking all others
Till death did its bidding

These hands will hold
Your heart
Carefully
Nurture it
Without oppressing

Trust these hands,
their love is unending