His Hands Poem by Germina Melius
His Hands
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Her father's hands extend beyond the land.
Her hands are sealed like the mouth of his vault.
Trembling with every grasp, his wrinkled hands
will never find their youth.
Better a handshake than the clutch of ice,
the difference, she will never know.
Her hands are frozen in her pockets.
7/2/2021
© 2021
Wednesday, February 17, 2021
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5/5/2024 3:21:52 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Poem with true feelings.