Sandy Doll Page 4
Dec 17, 2023
The Hands
The hands that touched Sandy,
Now headfirst in his namesake,
Were not the ones that
Launched him into the sea
These were hands
Like the fine leather
Of his tiny shoes
Carved into by rocks
These were hands
Carefully, persistently created
Through years of making
Arepas, ajiaco and fried yucca
These were hands
That had nurtured several children
Feeling for fevers and wheezing
Brushing unruly hair into braids
These were hands
That had years of practice
At being the perfect hands
To handle anything they discovered
The fingers of
These experienced hands
Graced his eyes
And he saw love
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