My Hands
My hands.
Two small delicate hands grip my mother’s thumb.
The delight is shown on her face,
of how happy she is to see her little princess gripping her thumb,
already making a connection of love,
with hands.
My hands.
Two strengthening parts of my limbs dragging me around,
as I am down on all fours, crawling everywhere in the apartment.
Touching, feeling, grasping, everything around me,
with hands.
My hands.
Two extremities of me, now off the ground,
and gripping a pencil,
Writing, drawing, and putting pen to paper.
Block letters, Bubble letters, Cursive, so many fonts to write,
with hands.
My hands.
Two prehensiles at the end of my arm,
holding a bow and violin,
pressing down on piano keys,
and making hand gestures in dance class.
All,
with hands.
My hands.
Two body parts,
that can help me shape and change the world that surrounds me.
To leave my mark on this world,
…with hands.