With These Hands


I used to play violin, piano, mallet percussion
With these hands
I used to do cartwheels, back handsprings, all sorts of gymnastics
With these hands
I used to make friendship bracelets and other crafty things
With these hands
I used to write volumes upon volumes
With these hands.

I caught my babies as I birthed them
With these hands
I cloth diapered, ec’d, bathed babies
With these hands
I put tiny clothes on tiny bodies
With these hands
I peeled apples, cut off crusts, and kneaded dough
With these hands

I held hiking sticks and fishing poles
With these hands
 I threw balls and Frisbees
With these hands
I flew kites up to the heavens
With these hands
I held on tight at the amusement park
With these hands

I support myself with canes
With these hands
I propel myself in my wheelchair
With these hands
I struggle more often than not
With these hands
I type words of frustration and inspiration
With these hands

I still
Nurture babies and children
With these hands
Make nourishing meals
With these hands
Hold little hands, and big ones
With these hands
As I live with psoriatic arthritis
With these hands. 

http://www.showusyourhands.com/
Can you find my hand?

Comments

  1. although very painful, that was a beautiful poem Amanda,

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  2. What an inspiring poem. You've accomplished so much despite the illness :). Thank you for sharing that link as well.

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  3. Your words really made me realize that life does NOT end just because things change. This was a perfect start to my day; I needed a new perspective and your poem offered it. Thank you.

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  4. I cried tears as i journeyed with your hands... and mine.. beautiful

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