Yes, they are dirty and sometimes pretty.
Decorated with my marital band showing the world that I was married and loved someone special.
They are rough, scaly and calloused
But I’m proud of the dirt, the scales and the callouses.
I didn’t get them that way by slacking, relaxing or going out for a good time.
I got them that way by working with them.
And I’m proud of the work and the dirt.
They have put food in my mouth and the mouth of my loved ones.
I use them to fold the clothes, cook the food, wash the dishes and clean the house.
They tied my shoes and pulled out my pumps.
They have been dirty and scraped because of so much work.
They have wiped away my tears when i buried my spouse
They caress my children when they get hurt
They hold them in embrace when they are afraid.
They clap in joy when i see my children become the best version of themselves
They have touched someones soul and gave away some love and care.
They hold me up, lay me down and continue to fold in prayer.
These hands are the mark of where ive been and the story of my life.
They are not pretty hands, they are dirty, rough and unglamorous.
But they are strong hands.
Hands that can do so much and can give so much..
Ive used them all my 41 years of existence
To reach out, grab and embrace life.
These are my hands..dirty or clean.. im proud of it!
I hope someday.. someone will hold these hands of mine.
And kiss away all the hurt and pain that it has experienced.
I hope someday..someone with stronger hands will hold my weak and frail hands.
I hope someday these hands will be held by my children's hands..
Kiss them and thank the hands that raised them!