Hands and Feet

My neices, Clarine, Elsie Baby, and me.

Feet.

They get us places.
Have five toes that everyone knows,
Are pretty when painted.

They dig in the sand,
Trapse in the grass,
Curl in the sheets.

Are clothed by soft socks,
Or put on display – bare with a thong,
Our feet have a song.

Sometimes they tap,
Are pretty when pointed,
Happy with a shuffle-step, 1-2-3.

Our feet carry a story,
Of the places we’ve been,
And the places we’re going.

The seeds we are sowing,
The fruit we will bear,
And the tales we will share.

My feet have a few scars;
It’s part of my song,
Part of my story.

Hands.

They pick up and put down.
Write a song, type a note,
play a note on ivory.

Hands, too, are pretty when painted.
Gloves and rings adorn, or lay claim,
Speak personality.

Hands make things and bake things.
Hands hold hands,
Soothe with soft caressing.

They can be tough,
Rough even from work in the earth,
Or soft with newness from birth.

Hands are all colors and sizes,
Connected to arms seeking prizes,
Or arms giving love, hope, and help.

Connected to hearts in all places,
Positions and races,
Hands touch and facilitate.

A hand, times a hand,
Times a hand, and a hand,
Makes progress possible.

It starts with a hand,
And a foot-step,
In the right direction.

Think about what your hands and feet can do! 

A Work in

Are You There

The Weight of

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1. 

   Shelly, the Prairie Chick says:

   July 11, 2011 at 8:40 pm

   So sweet. I love all of those little toes and fingers. Thanks for posting.
2. 

   Makie says:

   July 11, 2011 at 10:44 pm

   Aren’t they cute?!
3. 

   Lill Robinson (aka Miz Ro) says:

   July 12, 2011 at 1:05 am

   Love both the photo and the poetry!
4. 

   Makie says:

   July 12, 2011 at 1:37 am

   Thank you Lill!!! (Or should I say “hot flash girl”?!)
5. 

   Brianna says:

   July 15, 2011 at 6:35 pm

   I also love the picture and the poetry. Beautiful!
6. 

   kristine toward says:

   September 23, 2011 at 1:36 am

   Very lovely