Hands Poem
By Sylvia S. at the Ink Spot
My hand holds others thoughts and feelings.
My hand holds a piece of everything.
It holds onto stories and hopes.
My hand holds some of you too.
My hand lets go of lost memories.
It lets go of time.
And it even lets go of you too.
My hand reaches for the stars
and a new smile.
It reaches for almost everything new.
Don’t forget it reaches for you too.