Tools of creation, instruments of love
Gentle and strong, sent from above
They craft and shape, with skill and care
Bringing dreams to life, with precision fair
They hold and comfort, with a tender touch
Soothing the hurt, with a loving clutch
They guide and direct, with a steady hand
Helping us navigate, through life's uncertain land
Hands that give, hands that share
Hands that heal, and show we care
A symbol of kindness, a gesture so true
Hands that help, and see us through
With every touch, a story's told
Of love, of kindness, and a heart of gold.
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Isra
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Gratitude For Life
The last time I laughed so hard that my belly hurt was ___________ Rupi Kaur's Gratitude Writing Prompts When I was 24 and going to a women's support group we would laugh, I would go home with a sore face and sore sides. Why? I wasn't used to smiling or laughing. After a few months of doing that, I never have a sore face, sides, or belly from laughing as I laugh enough.
By Denise E Lindquist7 days ago in Writers
Comments (2)
I liked it very much. Thank you!
I always try to be kind to everyone. Loved your poem!