Your Hands

You taught me how to use these hands

Despite the slumber taken from your eyes

I watched yours as you fed, cleaned, and comforted

Asking for nothing in return

These hands I used to care for you when you couldn’t anymore

These hands holding yours

Tighter every night

I would work my hands to the bone to have kept you longer

These hands

Your hands

Remind me how you made me stronger

I.G.

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