There they are
Bringing, giving, sharing
Soothing, healing, warming
The hands that cradle my face
Morning, noon, night
The hands that prepare the coffee
That cook eggs, bacon, cornbread
That embrace her children, grandchildren and their children
Healing body and spirit
Bringing joy to their hearts
Hands that wash, massage, cleanse
Hands connected to heart connect to other hearts
The hands that hold my hands
The hands that hold my heart
Her hands, the hands of love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very good and enjoyable poem! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !