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.
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.
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
She meant everything.
I keep remembering.
Her hands were how she spoke.
They were bound,
They were gagged,
Her hands were looking sad.
She Was Everything.
I Will Never Stop Remembering.
Then I Never Spoke.
I Was Bound,
I Was Gagged,
My Life Was Looking Sad.
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,
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
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
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.
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
His hands show strength and courage.
Whatever life throws his way, he fights hard
like nothing is different.
The two hands show hard work.
Nothing was handed to him in life.
He works hard for what he wants.
My Father’s Hands
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
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.