These hands I have
Feel and touch
They pick, they point
They caress, they clutch

With five fingers each
They grip, they count
They know how to tickle
To change your pout

These hands of mine
Greeted you kind
Outlining your face
Sent good thoughts to mind

My hands knew how
To hold yours tight
To stroke your body
To treat you right

Our hands were designed
With sensitive sensing
Without our eyes
Hands are often left guessing

They know how to rub
To help ease the pains
Chiroporacting the joints
Racing blood through veins

These hands of mine
Wiped your eyes
The tears you cried
When my hands were tied

Your loneliness that day
Needed my arms to help hug it away
But my hands...