Geri Foster Brewster

Hands - Poem by Geri Foster Brewster

Hands red and swollen
fingers like bony twigs
joints barely movable
yet, movement still exists

Every movement brought aches
in the joints that housed those bones
Yet, work was to be done
movement still exists

Hands laid down to rest
but others' saw their work
Now new hands work with passion
the movement still exists.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 11, 2008

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