These Hands
When I look at my hands I can see the story they tell
How they guided me on my first day of school
And held my pencil as I learned to spell
These hands are the same ones that gripped my fathers hand when as I grew
And these hands held onto me when things got hard
My hands stayed with me regardless of what I put them through
My hands stayed with me no matter what I put myself through
Times like this feel bittersweet
They have helped me so much, if only they knew
They have loved and they have been loved
I love these hands
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