These Hands
These Hands
may measure time,
but there is more to them
than the face they show the world.
Care
provided, as they embraced me
from birth until my place
in the world became clear.
Strength
instilled in me
as they held me up, prepared me
for my responsibilities.
Who 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 napowrimo.net, 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 ~
Image source: clipartart.com
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This is beautiful.
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Thank you.☺️
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Definitely! Loved it.
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Thanks!
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You are a man of many talents, Ken! And it’s a beautiful poem too.
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😀 Thank you, Lynne.
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Meticulous, beautiful, and deeply moving.
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Thank you.
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Hat tip, Ken.
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Thanks, Ron.
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Beautiful, Ken. I like the double-meaning of hands. And what an accomplishment to build that clock–kit or not!
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Thank you, Merril. 😀
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You’re welcome, Ken.
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You catch the emotion of connection so well Ken. (K)
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Thank you, Kerfe.
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