Hands On Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang
Hands On
Tiny hands, soft and small,
Reach to touch, to hold it all.
Clay so cool, a gentle squeeze,
Building dreams with happy ease.
Rough bark felt, a tree so high,
Fingers trace the summer sky.
Warm mud pies, a messy treat,
Little hands and busy feet.
Grandma's hand, a wrinkled guide,
Lessons learned, kept deep inside.
Love poured out, a tender touch,
Meaning given, oh so much.
T.M.Solvang
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