Hands On

Our hands are the things , we use the most

from writing poetry, to buttering toast

We hold our loved ones & squeeze them tight

Comb their hair & turn out their light

Prepare their dinners & lunch boxes too

Our hands, they drive us to their school

The hand.s of time they keep on ticking

But ours are so handy , from sewing to drawing to cooking

They brush our hair & clean our teeth

Put things up & underneath

We paint with them,we can file to

A million things their able to do

We can paint  our pretty nails

We garden with them,we dig with them

We pick up slimey snails

Our hands they dry up all our tears

Blow our noses & clean our ears

Wash out bits & dress ourselves

Do the washing & fill up shelves

Change the bed,s, put out the washing

Our hands do all this 

Their so astonishing

A million & 1 things

That we need doing

10 fingers on 2 hands

Playing with the children in the sand

Making our lives , so much easier

Because they are there

With our tools at the end of our arms

They work for us in their unique way

From birth til the day we die

They embrace the sick, & mop up tears that we may cry

Endless amounts of things they have done

But they cannot talk, cos they aint got a tongue

They work for us , they play with us

They live as long as we do

& at life,s end lay dying

Each pair tell a different story

Some have worked harder than others

But thank you for the tools

That we are given at birth by our mother.s

Tracy Timothy