Hand to cloth tracing
fingers long and short.
No such thing as a neat line
when tracing hands that lend support.
With each new year,
some are new, some return,
and some never again appear,
no matter how much we might yearn.
Hands that hug with care
and roll cookies for baking.
Fingers that braid hair
and wipe tears when you’re aching.
But these memories never fade,
when hands are placed in outlines that stayed.
Submitted: February 05, 2025
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Bert Broomberg
A really enjoyable poem. I like the imagery.
Wed, February 5th, 2025 3:05pm