Hands

We are all born with two hands 

Some small some big, dark and light 

Wrapped in those white hospital bands 

Everything turning out just right 

That little hand wrapped around your finger 

Each with their own unique prints 

Upon my hands the world lingers 

Never giving away any hints 

There is that saying, always lend a helping hand 

Your two hands where always there 

Just like you once planned 

Holding on to each other during prayer 

Never let go and always hold on 

Your special touch will never be gone