My hands – Your Life

Your hands they summon me,


“clean up that mess”

” go fetch that bag”

“tidy the room”

“wash those clothes”

” sweep that floor”

“scrub the sink

“that plate’s dirty”

“put your bed on the floor”

always pointing, always showing,

calling, sending, summoning, telling,

ordering, dictating

My hands always doing

cleaning, scrubbing,

mopping, washing,

fetching, carrying,

cooking, cutting and then

cleaning some more.

servant cleaning utensils

Your hands they come upon me


as I sleep.

Touching, probing,

caressing, groping,

kneading, poking, hurting.

Their touch

sends a cold shiver

up my soul.

My hands,


god whatever this is,

please make it stop.

Don’t touch me! Please stop!

Your hands they hit.

They push,


pull,  snatch, hurt and break.

They  pinch, slap and take.

Powerful, they point,

accuse, threaten and abuse.

“Me” they  always ‘blame’.

For what?

I don’t really understand the ‘game’.

My hands

weak, frail, wasted and hesitant.

If only they had

some of your strength.

Your hands beautiful,

soft, white,

dainty, elegant

Delicate, long red tipped fingers

move  gracefully


I watch


captivated by their beauty

Your hands they smell

wonderful like rose petals

and a hint of fresh lime

I’m tempted to reach out

and touch

but then

I look at mine.


calloused,  stumpy,


they smell of detergent and sweat and grime.

When I am alone

and have the time

I think

If  god ever asks me

what I want?


I will ask

for your hands


with your hands

I may get your life.

32 Comments Add yours

  1. Hello there! Thanks for the pingbacks!

    1. the pleasure is mine. 🙂

  2. thirdeyemom says:

    Beautiful, very well written and nicely done!

  3. good collection. Thanks for the pingback 🙂

    1. Thanks, glad you stopped by 🙂

  4. Nice post with great photos for the hand challenge!

    1. Thanks! It’s so encouraging to hear from fellow bloggers like you each time…. Makes me want to write !

      1. That’s why we have these challenges – write away!!!

  5. Eclipse says:

    Lovely post and pics…
    Many thanks for pingbacks 🙂
    Greetings from Sweden

    1. thanks:) glad u stopped by

    2. You’re welcome, the track backs are my pleasure actually. There is so much nice writing happening here that i feel it will be a crime to not share it ! Glad u stopped by

  6. mothergrogan says:

    Great post!

    Thank you for the pingback!

  7. paganpages says:

    I love what you’ve written in this post, and your pictures are lovely.

    1. thankyou, glad you liked it . Pictures are borrowed from the net, so no credit for those 🙂 wish I could photograph! but that’s uncharted territory for me yet!

  8. Inge says:

    Great post and pics, very moving! Thanks for the pingback. 🙂

    1. you’re welcome Inge! glad you stopped by 🙂

    2. Thanks! Glad you stopped by

  9. Shivya says:

    Beautifully described. Kind of sad how the time & place of our birth decide the ‘fate’ of those hands.

    1. Ya shivya! Very sad indeed….. U seem to have been travelling a lot .

  10. Sheyla says:

    Thanks for the pingback! Have a great weekend.

    1. very sad 😦 thanks for the visit

  11. 1sojournal says:

    Really like the juxtaposition of the two pairs of hands that clearly define the two different personalities you have created. Abuse is a difficult subject, but you have handled it clearly and distinctly, defining its parameters as well as its consequences.


    1. thanks ! I loved your poem about letting go. And the way it expresses the lesson you’ve learned from your medical condition. Beautiful!

  12. vivinfrance says:

    Unbelievably sad. Whoever said slavery was abolished in the 19th century was misled.

    1. true! slavery has never really been abolished. It still exists In many parts of the world , the form may have changed a bit !

  13. JulesPaige says:

    Very late to this party…your verse reminds me of Cinderella. I do hope that those hands have found a similar fairy tale ending.

    My piece for this prompt:

    1. Hi Jules!
      I had already read your poem. It moved me so deeply! I framed a long reply and then thought it too emotional and trashed it! 🙂 thanks for the visit here 🙂

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