• Vol. 10
  • Chapter 02

My hands …

click the keys, print the page,
move the pen, file the paper;

wield the chalk, waggle the finger,
show the way, mark the work;

mop up the spillage, wipe the tears,
pat the arm, squeeze the shoulder;

put up the pictures, clap the successes,
give out the stars to everyone;

button the coat, tie the laces,
hold the door open, blow the kisses;

tenderly wave them on their way;
wrap themselves around a steaming coffee cup.