these two hands
I command
make me who I am
they pick me up
and move me on
when I inlcline
to linger
I treat them rough
dig deep the dirt
but they stay by my side
even when I am wrong
they earn respect
for proud actions
my trade and life
depends
they comfort the ones
dearest to my heart
letting them know
I’m always here
these two hands
I command
thank you friends
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It may be incomplete but I can read the sentiments in here. A compassionate read from a father to his little ones...... HG: -)