Her Earlier in the semester, Mrs. Young’s GHS Junior English classes were reading, writing, and analyzing poetry. For part of the unit, the students were instructed to observe or think about the hands of someone significant to them and create a poem about that person from the perspective of his/her hands. The students’ poems were displayed anonymously for selection by their classmates. The poems which received the most votes were chosen for publication. These poets, selected by their peers, are honored to share their work with you.


Hands


By Dwight H.


Dedicated to Tara Grider


Hands so soft, so sincere


Hands that brought me to light when dark was near


Pulled me up when I was knocked down


Covered my ears and whispered to me with a soothing sound.


Bonded with the band on her hand


Showing the truth, that it will not end


Fingernails scratching my back, soothing the madness


And for my sake, hiding the sadness.


Palms bruised from the pain


Secretly holding a razor blade thinking there was no gain


Hands that brought the light to the dark


Hands that made cut after cut, mark after mark.


Fingers reached out to me, looking for a new start


4 years now, still holding my heart


Hands so soft, so sincere


With nothing left to fear.


Holding Me


By AD


Dedicated to Mrs. DeLaCruz


Hands helping me out when I’m falling


Fingers wipe away my tears


Her hands will be calling


And protect me from my fears


Hands that have been damaged


Hands hold tight to show their love


Her hands help others manage


Hands hold me tight like a small glove


Hands care so much it’s hard to bear


But they’ll always hand me a line


Just ask and they’ll be there


Hands that will help out at anytime


Sister’s hands


By Anonymous


She cooked,


She cleaned,


She meant everything.


She talked,


She walked,


I keep remembering.


She drew,


She wrote,


Her hands were how she spoke.


They were bound,


They were gagged,


Her hands were looking sad.


I Cooked,


I Cleaned,


She Was Everything.


I talked,


I walked,


I Will Never Stop Remembering.


I Drew,


I Wrote,


Then I Never Spoke.


I Was Bound,


I Was Gagged,


My Life Was Looking Sad.


Hands


The hands that held me when I was crying


The hands that were always there providing


The hands that always showed me love


The hands that are always stern and tough


The hands that were there from the start


The hands that will never leave my heart


The hands that raised a young man


The hands that gave me the strength to stand


The hands that through hurt, helped me calm


The hands I’m proud to call Mom.


Hand of Jan


By: Faith Fultz


Dedicated to Jan “Nana” Fultz


This hand is rough and strong,


It’s done hard work all its life.


This hand has cooked and baked,


It’s held me afloat in water.


This hand has taken many fun adventures.


It’s guided me in the right direction.


Most importantly, this hand has protected me.


This hand will do all it can,


For anyone it can.


This hand belongs to a mother,


A grandmother.


This hand belongs to Jan.


My Grandma’s Hands


By Masheayah Moore


Dedicated to Johnie Bishop


Her gentle hands


Reach out to me


And pull me into


Her warm embrace


Her soft hands


Hold me tight


And give me


Comfort and support


Her loving hands


Guide me in the right direction


Out of danger


Out of fear


My Grandma’s Hands


Are my biggest fan


They cheer me on


In everything I do


Wise Hands


By JLH


Dedicated to my father


Young hands can make meaningless mistakes.


These hands have been wounded and bruised.


Have probably been through a lot more than you.


With that being so he is a wise hand


wrapped around vertical metal bars.


His mistakes have identified him


and people have no other choice


but to love those hands as they are.


These hands have helped people


and have made a drastic change in my life.


My Mother’s Hands


By CB


Dedicated to Raydell Barbry


Her hands took care of me.


Those gentle hands carried me


For nine months and were the


First ones to hold me.


Those gentle hands bandaged,


Taped, and stitched the broken


Pieces of my heart.


They’ve picked me up when I


Have fallen down. My mother’s


Hands help guide me through


This crazy adventure called LIFE.


Hands


By Ali Randolph


Papa’s hands show toughness.


The hands have gone through so


much at such a young age,


but that doesn’t phase him.


The two hands used to throw a


ball as if it was his whole world.


He held his future in his hands.


It’s hard for his hands to love, but


they do; unconditionally. When


he holds my nana’s hands I know


he’s trying.


His hands show strength and courage.


Whatever life throws his way, he fights hard


like nothing is different.


No fear


The two hands show hard work.


Nothing was handed to him in life.


He works hard for what he wants.


My Father’s Hands


By Anonymous


My father’s rough, dry hands.


He worked all day, every day


To provide for our family.


He kept commitments which were


Placed on his right hand, ring finger.


He calls that the “Ring of Commitment”


Those hard working hands helped


Us build our farm.


Those hands make good food also.


He has a warm touch when he hugs me


And puts his arms around me.


I will love him and he will always love me


Grandma’s Hands


By Anonymous


Dedicated to Grandma


Small, Pale hands


Around a Bible on a Sunday.


Soft, Frail hands


Cooking dinner on a Monday.


Old, Wrinkled hands


Sewing patches in my jeans.


Caring, Teaching hands


Raising two rebellious teens.