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Hands and Time - Chapter One.

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The first thing he noticed, he said to her
“were your hands, soft and smooth”.
Now, this didn’t make much sense
but time has passed, and hence
she knew what he meant to say, oh sure.

Soft and smooth, and young then, all right
but not any more, certainly not tonight.
Old they are, with wisdom wise
so before you leave this ditty, be apprised
for what those hands have held, you may be surprised.

Those hands have held flowers, pebbles, and snails,
kittens, valentines and puppy dog tails.
They have held on to bloody knees,
hair ribbons, rubber bands and buzzing bees.
They have held on to more than you, Please!

They have stroked warm brows
and held aching hearts worn
have comforted others, and cuddled new-born;
have weathered time, and dried some tears,
and you thought those hands just held years.

Oh no, my love, here’s where the wisdom comes;
they know how to ease, comfort, and place
love where it should be, and then some.
Do you want to know more, read on, my sweet
for they have even massaged tired, sore feet.

The biggest thrill those hands have, dear
is when they comfort you when you are near.
They can take your muscles and relax them complete
by rippling down your pecs, hard, roving, neat.
Massage is the best, it can’t be beat.

And when they are done with your back
those hands can go on another attack.
They can take your head, the one on your shoulders
and make jello from what feels like boulders.
But here is where they get a bit bolder.

Those hands can meet at thumbtips wide spread
and from the tips of your toes to the top of of your head
they will make you wonder if you are dead
because heaven must feel like this.
So, when the hands are done, then comes, the kiss.




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Sunshine
Words will always express our feelings true. ~~~ KRJ
Look, then, into thine heart, and write ~~~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

© Copyright 1999 Karilea Rilling - All Rights Reserved
Severn
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1 posted 07-21-99 11:49 PM       View Profile for Severn   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Severn

Hey, this is really good! And a really individualistic stance you have taken on the topic too.
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2 posted 07-21-99 11:58 PM       View Profile for Balladeer   Email Balladeer   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Balladeer's Home Page   View IP for Balladeer

The least I can do is give you a big hand!!!
Sunshine
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Thank you Severn and Balladeer. Better than taking a walk through the Yellow Pages.

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Sunshine
Words will always express our feelings true. ~~~ KRJ
Look, then, into thine heart, and write ~~~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Delores Hall
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4 posted 07-22-99 10:42 AM       View Profile for Delores Hall   Email Delores Hall   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Delores Hall

This is a beautiful poem. I't sounds like to me a person that has lived many years and done many things.
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