Hands

In no applause did I find them
Hung by my sides or laid in bed
Holding food or steepled
Patted, pointing, or reaching
Kept still or pressed to type keys
But a glimpse
Not full sight till the challenge
In the stings and scrapes
Raked by scars or wet with blood
I saw my hands.

By J.W.H. Hobbs

Have a wonderful week.