Many Hands

by

Christa Froese

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Little Hands
Big Hands
Hands that give
Hands to avoid
And hands to shake
Hands that stretch out in a warm embrace
They comfort and guide you from cradle to grave
Some hands can heal, are gentle and care
Some hands are cold, can push you to despair
Some hands tell stories about a life that was hard
They have a well-deserved rest now in a tired lap
They wait for a visit, being touched, stroked and held
'Cause on that last stretch of life, much loneliness is felt