So much I was taught as a child,
how your name and your hands
work together all the while.
When your name was given
it was clean and full of love,
And today through my hands
this love I can't give enough.
It holds scars from my childhood
some from not listening you see,
Once I lay my hand on a skill saw
my dad was using to cut wood before I did see.
Once I ran in the back door
so excited because it snowed,
And slipped a fell, but my mom had told me;
dont run, or you will get hurt and it was so.
I was told once do as your told,
and scars you will never have to view.
For your hands say so much,
and yes obedience is up to you.
I always admired my mamas hands,
and all that they did every day.
And I would catch myself looking at mine,
and knowing what they were capable along the way.
Hands of such love to touch,
those far and near.
And to know your hands display,
your soul year after year.
So very young I decided,
that to follow my mamas steps.
I would hold my heart within my hands
and others I would help.
To let my hands be guided by care,
and know my mama is always there.
Author notes
Look at your hands and know if you werent taught right as a child then know your hands as you grow upo can show love and your hands follows your will so make your will one of love not hate
A contest entry
- Hands by malmadre.
1800 points, ended February 20, 2009, 19 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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This is a wonderful contribution! The link between how we think and choices we make are reflected in the actions of our hands. The work we choose to do, if it's a poor choice, our name is linked to those actions. I love the thoughts behind your writing, not only in this one but overall. You have a gentle name and your hands suit you well.
"So very young I decided,
that to follow my mamas steps.
I would hold my heart within my hands
and others I would help"
You selflessly offer your heart in your hand. Your mother must have been a wonderful role model.
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Oh My Word~
Gosh I have so many favs in this contest who are Blessings to Others~ this is a Beauty and swells my eyes also What hands You do bring and share Your touch- let Your Soul speak volumes
Excellent this is Precious One 
Tight rhyme too
A Blessing You are to many and please continue to lay on of Hands
Thank You for sharing Your Heart and Spirit~
Many blessings to You in all You do Sweet Soul
Best wishes in the contest too
with much love & light~ Desire~*~
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i love this take on the prompt!!!
Its so innocent and pure, and truth in all fashion!
.... superb....!
hugggssss
becca
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a wonderful tkae on the promt patty good luck in the contestmaralisa
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We all make silly mistakes. True putting your hand on a circular saw blade is a rather bad one, but we have to forgive ourselves for our mistakes. I wonder what my hands say about me? They're nothing special I think, as I look at them now, but I see them everyday so maybe I should be the judge.
A lovely poem. -
Wonderful write about the hands and our names going "hand in hand' and how useful they are in everything. Blessings.
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