Poetry Rules, OK?
Psyched out of the equation
it is with some consternation
that I review my position
in a state of transition
Then I choose to change my view
there’s nothing else that I can do
I have my health, my love, my friends
on nothing else my life depends
2020
Your Hands
Your hand is soft and warm, so beautiful
I want to take a photograph of it
but it seems disrespectful
Delicate and strong
I stroke it and know
it is comforting for you
it is for me too
Your hands are the hands
that cared for me when I was young
they have tended your garden
and left nothing undone
All your life you have cared for others
with your hands and with your heart
warm and soft and kind and strong
I’ll keep your hands within my heart
my whole life long
Dedicated to my Mum, Vera Elsie Baker (née Wallis) 22 May 1921 to March 2015 & my Dad, Albany Baker 22 August 1910 to February 1992. Both had amazing, strong, caring hands.
