Half Sonnet: Hands  

Sunday, December 21, 2008

Many hands make light work

your hands can't work anymore.
Every day I see mine change;
toughened, calloused, cracked with age.
And every day I see yours again;
living on through mine.

Don't let their hands hurt you child.

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