Ode To My Hands Poem by Nancy Trembley
Ode To My Hands
One day for some reason
I pondered my hands.
So, in the moment,
Marveling at their design.
My hands so undervalued and unnoticed
Working so hard all the time.
Taken for granted.
The beauty of their technology so precise and reliable.
Always there for me without compliant.
Never a vacation or even a break.
Always working around the clock.
Thank you, my hands, thank you a lot!
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