These Hands
These hands
of mine,
wear the tiny scars of 51 years,
the pale white burn of a too hot iron,
the soft raised ridge of the super sharp knife,
speckled scratches from a fight with a bramble,
the nibbled nails of anxious thought,
rough guitar playing tips,
two solid silver rings, combining lives entwined in love.
These hands,
of mine
wear the gift of time,
a map of a life lived well.
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