These Hands Poem by Kathleen Wilson

These hands hide my eyes from my fears
When I'm crying
These hands wipe my tears
These hands hold all my dreams
They shut my ears
From my own screams
These hands have the cure to my pain
They cover me from the rain
These hands make me better when I bleed
They give me what I need
And these hands hold my head when I'm tired
They write my thouhts when I'm inspired

These Hands....
....My Hands

By:
Linda Kay Wilson