My Sister’s Hands
By Elizabeth at St. Rocco School
My sister’s hands are difficult to understand,
But realizing, I take that back.
My sister’s hands have been through war,
Shooting and fighting for her country.
She uses her hands to salute the flag.
My sister’s hands are sometimes wet,
Dirty, dry, or even bloody,
But her hands are her hands.
Sometimes her hands are tired,
Knowing there is more to come.
My sister’s hands have been through a lot,
Helping those in need.
But when she comes back, I hope she’s okay.
My sister’s hands mean to me love,
Bravery, and care.
My sister’s hands have more story that soon would be shared.