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Hands

by Maria Hicks

It’s not your fault -

You were never loved like you love us

Affection was never around

No one told you they loved you or they were proud

 

A gentle heart and worn out hands

Hands that held your son and daughter

Hands that built a business and

picked up the pieces as it fell

 

Hands that feel empty

Hands that feel cold

Hands that live for a new day

 

It’s not your fault

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