Friday, November 05, 2004

Hands

My hands have touched the stars and the skys
My hands have known blood
The simple use of changing hands, the cuddles, the diapers, the roses and the thorns.
It all is one and one is not all but ever moving and sliding
over keyboard,
over strands of long hair,
over growing child faces that can't be kept,
over time.

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