Those Hands Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Those hands
Round and small
Lifted me as if a book

Those hands
Rough sandpaper of the wind
Lifted the large-tall-heavy man to teach

Those hands
I am missing; were my dad’s
Crawled snake like to caress my soft back

Those hands
May now, after years, be
Decomposed, flesh gone, few bones

Those hands
To me shall always remain
As before fresh-lively to my last-breath

Those hands
Touch my face take tears
Bring shining light into my doubts-fear

Those hands
Those hands
Those hands

Meaning the hand of father rich in love
Shall remain alive after I’m dead; gone