I watched you yesterday
Helping the kids
Shape their surfboards
Your eyes sparkled
With their requited love
Your hands were
Sheathed in dust
I remember speculating
About those hands
When I first met you
Trying to decide
Whether they were
Good hands
Or not
If they would bring me
Pleasure or pain
They proved to be loving
Dependable hands
The hands of a hero
Hands that have shaped lives
As well as surfboards
Toughening
Molding
Transforming
Loving
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Elizabeth, My husband makes surfboards too so I know exactly what you're talking about. Gypsy