These Hands

     These Hands

These HandsThese Hands

may measure time,
but there is more to them
than the face they show the world.


provided, as they embraced me
from birth until my place
in the world became clear.


instilled in me
as they held me up, prepared me
for my responsibilities.

These Hands_aWho I am

as they have made me,
and reflected as this clock
came to be in my own hands.

These hands are a measure of my gratitude
for the good fortune that came my way
when I was delivered into loving hands.

This poem is my response to Day 22 at, where the challenge is to us to write a poem that invokes a specific object as a symbol of a particular time, era, or place. As an anniversary present for my parents, I built a grandfather clock from a kit in 1983, The clock now stands in my living room.


~ Day 22 ~

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