Hands That Still Give Poem by Vanessa Alvarez

The strongest hearts don't boast or cry,
They lift the weak and help them try.
Though pain may press upon their chest,
They still make time to give their best.

They carry storms behind their eyes,
Yet offer calm when others rise.
Their hands may tremble, worn and bare,
But still they reach with love and care.

They do not wait for skies to clear,
They show up now, they draw you near.
For strength is not in standing tall—
It's rising when you've had to fall.

So honor those who lend their grace,
While walking through their own hard place.
Their gift is not just what they do—
It's how they bleed and still help you.