Dear Hands

Sat, 11/25/2017 - 15:01 -- Jbray

Dear Hands,

I have never acknowledged you as I should

Sometimes I have even hurt you

You’ve been burned

Bruised

Sliced

And cut

All of that was my fault

And I’m sorry

But I always smile a little when I think of what we’ve done together

All the words we’ve written

All the people we’ve fed

All the cookies and cupcakes and brownies we’ve baked

All the performances we’ve rocked

And all the sleepless nights we’ve had making cards for friends

I’ve come to realize that you just love helping people

Ever since you were born you have been helping me and those around you

And I love this about you

Everyone can learn a lot from how helpful you are

How you can lift a smile from a face

The way you never complain if the task gets difficult

Or messy

Or tedious

You keep pushing on no matter what

I can never think of a time when I  have been let down by you

This and much more is why I am your closest admirer

 

Your nearest and dearest friend;

Josie Bray

 

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