By Valerie Clark ©
Photo by Carlos Arrieta

This is my hand it has wiped away tears from my beloved son
It has held My Father’s, providing him strength, whenever I had none
It has been the hand of a surgeon painted in many shades of red
I have held hands with many wrong ones and often been misled.
My hands have shielded my eyes from situations I refused to see
They’ve held me back from being the person that I knew I could be
I look at my hand, so small yet it seems to do so much
This is my hand, not diamonds, it’s priceless for lives it has touched

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