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Hands

They, at my birth, touched me. I was lifted by them; my mother's first cuddle enveloped me. First love's touch, mutual gathering  was only through them. We poets celebrate Hearts, Souls and Consciousness; Love too wields magic, but neglect too often those stalwart two the human hands we're birth'd with. They're entwined most in our corporeal destinies yet occupy in the Pantheon of Graces a position lower than should be. Consider birth's first is a hand touching. First our eyes open  then we are lifted by them. Is not reaching for love first with these stalwarts? Was not my first love first touched by them? Did we not, we two, hold hands along the heart-way walkways? Did not these hands first wave in love, sweet goodbyes and partings? What poet's mind could write  translating  words we love were not the hands in place to trace them? Alas, too, it was these two  which fluttered dismissively signaling me my first love was leaving. At death's bed  the last we reach for nurse, loved ones or darlings with be with these two  when from this world departing. Is not electricity generated by them in the touching our bodies? Are not hands reaching on the Grecian Urn expressing love's startings, it's yawlings and yearnings? I will die as we all will and hands will pray for me. Coffin bound I will lay, my two hands crossing. Friends in death still unappreciated perhaps they will last in coffin scene be still there comforting me. I am touched by loving hands from birth to death's regarding. I have touched all my life, they have been my ambassadors who lay upon sweet memories and those I've received from others. The tear of child is reached by these and child worlds are mended. Sooth me in my touching needs hands laid on lovingly. Lover I  had only these to express what  my heart said Love Is. I shall in the end cry for them fluttering twin flowers unsung ungraced yet they always touched me and others who have loved me.

Copyright © November 2002 lonnie hicks


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