My Hands

photo credit: Gay Block


These are my hands.
They have made both good and hopeful love.
They’ve coaxed night terrors from a dog
And curled in upon themselves
So hard
As to wake cramped.
These hands have prayed belligerent and beseeching prayers.
Fine and common meals have been made.
Black eyeliner and red lipstick
Precursors to an exhibition
Of art both sublime and something less.
These lovely hands are mine
Because I baited fishing poles
And threw back the fish.
Sometimes I gutted those fish on the driveway
And loved the color and shapes I found inside.
These hands have thrown one wine glass
At a man
And missed completely.
They have signed unread contracts
And penned love letters
Unfortunately unappreciated
By anyone but me.
I love my hands
Because they have been strong
And now they aren’t.
I love that I still love them.
I love them still.
-Cathy Aten 2013


6 Responses to “My Hands”

  1. gerry harty on September 9th, 2013

    cathy this is the most beautiful thing I have ever read!!!…xoxo Gerry

  2. sharon rose on September 9th, 2013

    And now strong hands come to help you, to assist and support ,to be uplifted by the truely inspiring gift you give to us all.
    With So Much Love,
    Sharon Rose

  3. webster on September 9th, 2013

    Beautiful. Simply beautiful. Thank you for sharing it with us.

  4. Linda Burke on September 10th, 2013

    Thank you Cathy — what a lovely reflection and reminder to appreciate what we do have — regardless of the physical challenges we experience.

  5. Jane on September 10th, 2013

    You are an angel.

  6. Barry on September 11th, 2013

    I know the loss …… I know the love.

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