Hands That Are Not Mine
My children awaken in the morning.
They are welcomed to the new day...
By arms
That are not mine.
My children cry from hunger.
They are fed & nourished...
By hands
That are not mine.
My children are tired.
They are layed down for their naps...
By hands
That are not mine.
My children are wet.
They are changed or placed over a potty...
By hands
That are not mine.
My children are laughing.
They are amused by a toy that is held...
By hands
That are not mine.
My children cry & then feel loved.
They are held & comforted...
By arms
That are not mine.
Although I miss & long for my children.
I am so unspeakably thankful
For arms... & hands...
That are not mine.
Written May 18th, 2005
They are welcomed to the new day...
By arms
That are not mine.
My children cry from hunger.
They are fed & nourished...
By hands
That are not mine.
My children are tired.
They are layed down for their naps...
By hands
That are not mine.
My children are wet.
They are changed or placed over a potty...
By hands
That are not mine.
My children are laughing.
They are amused by a toy that is held...
By hands
That are not mine.
My children cry & then feel loved.
They are held & comforted...
By arms
That are not mine.
Although I miss & long for my children.
I am so unspeakably thankful
For arms... & hands...
That are not mine.
Written May 18th, 2005
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