Insatiable Hands

Pink and soft my hands

Extend to grab and touch

What gives smiles and hugs

To me.

Hands tired but jumping ready

Toward the next demanding

loving effort.

Closed holding each remind me of mum

And comfort comes,

At the end of this forgotten day.

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