Woman's Hands Poem by Hassan Panero

All ten of them approached me, as I was born, hug touch oh 'I'm on the otherside of my 9months home'. 

Fresh tastebuds liked her hands, even named them my 10 best friends, as i started to speak. 'Mama thank you for loving me' 

Their loving ways they would communicate in a foreign place. Talented ways they would help with homework to discipline, as her sandels would fly my way. 

Their coordination blessed with Gods mercy, Her hands shine with sympathy, cartoon superheroes would never stand a chance, against her hands.

 10 would gang up on me to bathe & cream me, that's when I would cry you see. Soon after that unconditional love showers me with sweets & candy. 

Five would hold ma hand as we cross the street
From 3rdworld country to this land here, no friends or family, just six kids a farther working at sea,10 fingers shaped And printed the man Infront of you to see.